LOSE WHO WE ARE
Most of our brokenness never ever heals,
it breaks away the piece of us it steals,
leaves behind an empty hole that echoes through our days,
forcing us onto different paths finding all new ways.
Innocence taken is innocence lost never to return,
as is purity into a fire that will always burn,
we start seeing people in a different light,
adapting our ways to stop fearing the night.
We shut the doors to our tender hearts,
harden our feelings before the day starts,
we take all we hear with a pinch of salt,
flick back our hair at every crack and fault.
Monica Maartens ©Copyright
17 August 2018
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