Purified Innocence

Come with me to a deep dark place of pain that bares no tears.
Dull, searing, gut clutching pain that stalks me through the years.
Peek down deep to innocent times, when pain had no place,
masterfully tucked, neatly tied anguish of a swinging balled mace.

Look past the posied rosied rings through the spector of don't tell things.
There you'll see an auburn haired girl, skipping 'round the tilt-a-whirl,
shadowed by jiggling curls.
In the reflective glint of her soft golden eyes stands a man
telling believable lies.

Closure is needed now,
we must go further somehow, cajoling the jagged truth.

His breath belted across my throat violating my innocence.
His hands spilled like droplets across my lashes onto the floor.
His lips sanded away my purity,
stealing my lifelong security...
His grasp burned a path into my face,
permanently staining,
leaving only a stranger remaining.

Come with me, we're almost there,
witness the synthesizing tear.
A tiny shimmering drop retaining oceans of pain releases,
mercifully blurring the illusion that will set me free.

GW '93 Revised '04