Falling Innocence

Innocence dressed up in pink lace 

I stare out the window & enjoy this moment. 

This place. 

So many times have I had to hide from the unsafe; 

but here in this moment, 

I have courage in this place. 

 I promise to myself to never let there be an end. 

I will fight, I will persevere, & surely, I will win. 

 Guilty & ashamed, dressed in black lace. 

Let me out of this bondage, this place.

 I'm tired of running; I just want to sleep.

 I have done too much wrong, 

to expect any forgiving. 

 So, I dig & dig 

in a treasure box of memories; 

until I find a tiny pink dress, 

 that I haven't seen for centuries.

 Looking outside, the sky is bleeding. 

 The drops of clear blood fall quickly, fleeting. 

 & out the window, I toss the small dress 

 & watch the falling pink lace, 

 it dances in the wind. 

 Is this what it feels like to persevere? 

No, this surely is the end. 

 This is what I wonder, as I fall with the broken clouds. 

 For that pink lace dress clothed my body. 

 & I too, fall down, 

                                     down, 

                                                   down.Peekuhboo