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.