September 15, 2013 § Leave a comment
was a fish.
Darting swiftly, the sunlight capturing iridescent flashes of spirit,
But only for a moment.
One with the water.
Surrendering every part of herself, allowing it to paint her
But only to go deeper.
Farther into the innocence that none of us have touched
was beyond all nets.
Laughing at the waves that dared to mar her path, she was
June 14, 2013 § 1 Comment
Has the truth set me free
when all I ever wanted was to be
strong, and never show
the cruelty of my soul?
It it innocence in bloom that treats you to
Not asking for sympathy, but understanding.
Though always afraid the former will win,
or the steel tongue will pierce again,
but not caring, lost in the lightness.
Is this innocence?