Irreparable

It seemed not so long ago
The world appeared beautiful and bright.
Without the slightest doubt, she’d always know 
She believed in goodness , love, and light.

For she could see no other,
Not ugliness or blight.
She’d not alter her beliefs for any other,
She felt so certain she was right.

But there were those who saw only ugliness,
The world full of evil might.
They winced at her eyes of innocence,
Her naïveté how the would smite.

They said her world would surely fall,
How certain of it they said.
How awful and ugly it would come to call,
And soon she found her world was dead.

As sure as the world continues to turn 
Scars appeared, never to heal.
And how she suffered the eternal burn,
The ugliness was much too real.

Now feeling lost, her beliefs forever gone,
The beauty and joy no longer there.
No new beginning and no new dawn,
The pain so strong that she must bear.

She lives her life in deep despair,
As rubble surrounds and feeds her fears.
For her life there’s no repair,
Not for the remaining of her years.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Barden Avatar
April 20, 2021 at 12:16 AM
I hope you are still writing, Louise ... you have the proper insight and sincere empathic resonance to create some wonderful poems. I only saw you a time-or-two on my comments and then you disappeared, so I pray all is well. Blessings - would still love to share poetry stuff if you want - I'm not here much lately or writing much, but always open to sharing and chat. Take care always! Greg B
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July 28, 2021 at 4:32 AM
Gregory, Same here I’m not writing much these days and not here that often as you can see but I love the thought of chatting
Tor Avatar
October 6, 2020 at 3:22 PM
Sad and heartfelt. Without hope there is this. Nicely written Louise...
Leffanta Avatar
September 27, 2020 at 11:40 AM
Her naïveté how THE would smite? Although a cracked crock remains cracked, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and fresh, beautiful innocence always appears on the horizon. Aloha! Rico
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