so much lost when innocence is gone,
of staggering sadness
never able to go back, never able to capture that simplicity,
that wonder, that trust
hope, love, fearlessness, acceptance,
gone - lost in a moment
stripped away like a casual scrape on the knee that only gets
noticed late in the day -
not visibly harmful, but unable to heal before the day is done.
bring back my innocence;
want to see anymore.
let me go back and bury myself in that comfortable blanket,
lies and hurt, fear and loneliness,
the monotony and cynicism.
wrap me up in my innocence.
I need that
security more than ever.
let me hide in my innocence,
around my body, pulled over my head,
me from the world beyond -
long as I can't see it, it doesn't exist.
let me have back my innocence.
give it up again.
run with me out into the field,
in the tall grass, tumbling down the hill,
in the soft smell of wildflowers,
figures in the clouds above.
run with me through the house that still feels safe, still feels
where no one could ever hurt me.
come with me back to that time and save me from the loss of my
wrap me up in that blanket like the arms that should have held
me long ago -
should have been comfortable and safe,
should have soothed and calmed,
pawed and groped.
take me back to that time of innocence.
back to a simpler time, that last time I really felt alive.
back - return my life -
replace my heart.
my innocence is gone,
and I cringe
with each breath.
bring back my innocence, my soul.