A Soul’s Fight for Innocence
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Looking backwards in passing time,
Beyond a few decades or so…
Perhaps, a child’s lifetime ago…
A bright-eyed soul, innocent and carefree,
Walked among the Earth’s lands,
Unknown to the troubles of a world,
That could be….
A soul with big dreams…
A soul with overflowing hope…
And a soul with love bigger than
Her heart knew what to do with…
…a future with endless possibilities…
Unknown, to a possible evil…
That could disintegrate every
Fairy-tale she had ever known…
…Once upon a late twilight day,
This innocent soul, traveled through
a rolling green valley heading towards a brave stroll in uncharted woods…
She dreamed of adventure…and the possibilities that await…
…Within her travels, a young lad approached,
Causing this soul to pause, and take thought,
While she listened to the tales he spoke…
Entranced she stood, hypnotized by every word…
The lad, pleased, when this soul took his hand,
Carrying her astray….
…such innocence, she wasn’t wise to the games,
That he would play…
For this turn in the curve,
Took the young soul, away from
Her adventure in the woods…
Without as much as a warning,
The curves became rough trenches
Traveling downward into unknown lands…
Day became dark,
As the lad buried her away…
An innocence turned dim,
And a curiosity turned grim.
Bright-eyes turned black…
…People from her lands
Wondered if they’d ever hear back,
But the lad buried her well…
…mute and bound,
With no stories to tell…
…Passing years were cursed…
Innocence taken…
The once bright soul had
Never felt so mistaken…
Her fingernails dug at the soiled stark ground
For which she had found herself bound…
…a mouth dry and mute,
She whimpered for a lost hope,
Pulling her weak arms up, in desperate faith…
…the lad had lead her close to her grave.
Finally, her blind eyes opening from a horrible spell,
She quit looking for a future in that penniless wishing well…
…for that innocent soul was buried and hid for so long…
Bound and mute, her voice had not been heard…
This soul escaped the claim of the lad,
Retrieving back, that faith and hope she once had…
While her adventures through those uncharted woods
Had been put on pause with his devious games,
She now rose from the cold ground,
Grasping for the warm light that
Had unbound,
Love embracing her…
Giving back the innocence, she had finally found.
– Ariana R Cherry 2018
Ariana R. Cherry: Poet & Artist 