Her eyes are wide with wonder
As they capture the beauty
And the mystery
Of the world.
Blind to cruelty.
Her tiny fingers grip my hand.
I feel her innocence
Like a light mist around us,
And I am refreshed with her youth.
She runs through the woods,
Collecting the flowers of weeds
And arranging them into bouquets
Worthy of a bride.
She giggles and laughs
At the smallest form of pleasure.
She captures the frogs in the pond
And makes them a home
In her little swimming pool.
She sleeps with infinite peace
Displayed delicately
In the features of her face.
When I see her,
I am reminded of me
So long ago.
Me before I rushed
Into the world
And picked up
Some of its weight.
Me before I knew
The evils that existed.
Me before I knowingly
Chose that evil for myself.
Me when I believed everything
Any adult told me.
Sweet, innocent me,
Fresh as the shining dew
In the light of dawn,
With eyes that shone
Like all the stars.
With eyes empty
Of all wickedness
And overflowing
With tears of joy.
This child is still in me.
And each time I discover
Something evil
Or do
Something wicked,
I am giving her
A new sin to bear.
I am giving
This little girl
Gripping my fingers
A new burden to carry.
I slowly and painfully
Kill
The child within.
