Shattered Innocence

Sometimes life is just so disappointing, so much so that one’s heart breaks and it feels like all the good inside has died. This poem is about those types of day. As I wrote it, it felt very sad and angry. As I kept writing, I felt like my shattered innocence was giving me a different way to view those disappointments and shattering. Can you see the shift or feel in the poem too? Xoxoxo

Thanks for reading!

Shattered Innocence – a poem

I greeted today with an open heart and much excitement.

I try to approach every day like that, to be the one who brings love to the world, to the little moments, to every moment.

It gets impossible though when life seems to want to crush that from within me.

When it shares the most horrendous secrets of humanity with me and my innocence shatters and expires before I can even react to protect it.

Humanity seems to have this festering abscess right on it’s heart and it’s wanting to burst open and ooze it’s putrescence over everything.

I want to rage and scream and stop all of the suffering. I want to slap people and tell them to wake up, to stop, to appreciate life, to appreciate the good in it all. To see how much trauma, suffering and awfulness there is and to choose love. To stop spewing vile hatred and to start the healing.

AAAARGHHHHH.

Purest, delicate beauty.

Tender innocence.

Soft, gentle and caring heart.

So perfect, so beautiful and so vulnerable to this world’s vile acts of hatred and suffering.

Oh my tender, tender innocence.

I wish I could protect you better, and wrap you up in a soft blanket, like I would a precious newborn, to keep you safe from all the suffering in this world.

Now that we’ve reconnected, I don’t want to lose you all over again to the darkness and horrendous pain that is spewing out of humanity’s abscess of pain and torture and hatred.

I see it pulsating and getting thinner just as it explodes sending shards of pain, torture and hatred everywhere.

I want to shelter you, protect you and stop this hurting you feel.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Is there any way I can support you better when you are exposed to such negativity, suffering and unconscionable things?

Oh, you want to be tucked into my heart for bedtime?

You’d like me to read you a nice story and remind you of the good in the world?

Okay, precious one, let’s do that. You are so beautiful, resilient and courageous.

Please continue to teach me how to nurture you and look after you when you shatter.

I’m so grateful to learn that the shattering isn’t permanent.

Thank you for teaching me dearest innocence.

Thank you.