Surviving Innocence
There is a stain
unscathed by time
where elders' hands
were left behind
with scars of gropes
and breach of trust
upon dear Innocence
guilt was thrust
The pattern was set
The victim was made
But wisdom grew
with love and age
New Innocence
climbed arduously out
from underneath the shade
by reclaiming the self
the essence he stole
the nightmares she finally stayed
long at last
to awaken whole
Innocence smiled
warmed by the light of this day.
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart | Year Posted 2017
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