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Been working on this one for a couple days. It's a little bit of my personal story put to a poem. I was thinking the other day about those of us who go through trauma, and what it takes from us. For me I think about how I could never "unlive" it, and likewise how no one could relive it with me. How it makes me weaker and wiser at the same time. How I sometimes have to take a deep breath and just leap into what looks like an average day to others, because of the fear parts of my past have left me with. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it....

Innocence is bliss.
If never I remember,
I do remember this.
Holding hands
Kiss my lips
Walk me home
Hand on my hip.
Time goes on
Lay me down
Innocents is still found.
Pressure pushes
Through cracks air leaks
Try and hold it in
But everyone speaks.
Run away
But don't run too fast
Feels like sand,
But it won't last.
Harness love
Lock it away
Hold it for me,
Use it to pay.
Show a smile
Say a word
Cover mouth
Mumbles heard.
Raise it up
Crashing down
Dodge the blow
Luck comes around.
Run away
But not to fast
Innocents
It didn't last.
Wiser now
Thoughts bounce around
Innocence no where to be found.
See through my eyes?
Don't want them to
It's mine to know
I see new.
Innocents no where to be found,
But breathe in deep
And take it in,
Leap.