Rebirth

[Sweets America]

Under heavy skies,
In search of the little girl
With the brain filled with mud
And dirt─I walk.

I’ve never been the clowns
Not those with the smiles
She’s never been the funny child.
Throughout the new land, I walk─
Walk miles and miles─stop─
Learn how they swallow
Walk some more
Vomit on a withered plant.

Far above, heavens are free and blue
I must be, too.
The holy trip makes me run, weep and scream
At shadows of past loves, and those
Who call my name, still.
My deaf heart smothering, I keep on running
Away, to the desert place
Where bitter gale freezes the throat

I─cannot─talk.
When my desperation melts into water
And I’m about to disappear
Deeper, deeper
I see Her
Swaying angelic reflection
Lost in a halo of regrets,
Elusive as dead dreams.

I know she will escape─soon
In the distance, to the old realm
Where innocence is forever erased
By just one touch of loving hands.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It's a sad poem but a very powerful one. Have I missed the point of



Where innocence is forever erased
By just one touch of loving hands.

There appears to be a contradiction between the erasure of innocence (presumably a desirable quality) and the fact that this is done by loving hands? One might reconcile the two by saying that we must all lose innocence sooner or later in order to enter fully into the adult world, but in that case would the "one touch of loving hnds" still appear to be so benign?

[Sweets America]

It's a sad poem but a very powerful one. Have I missed the point of



There appears to be a contradiction between the erasure of innocence (presumably a desirable quality) and the fact that this is done by loving hands? One might reconcile the two by saying that we must all lose innocence sooner or later in order to enter fully into the adult world, but in that case would the "one touch of loving hnds" still appear to be so benign?

Thank you very much for your comment. Yes, there seems to be a contradiction in those last lines, but it was very strange in my mind when I wrote it. It has something to do with what you said in your comment, that we all must lose innocence someday.
The little girl in the poem was the little me, and I have let her go, and I think she went away when I was in your arms. I feared letting her go before, but it is always easier when it is loving hands that show her the way and explain to her that she can go, now.

[symphony]

I dont know why but uhm...this reminded me of my current crush- POTF.
Nice one, Sweets, as Prince already said, sad and powerful.

[Sweets America]

I dont know why but uhm...this reminded me of my current crush- POTF.
Nice one, Sweets, as Prince already said, sad and powerful.

Thank you Symphony. It is strange that it reminds you of your crush. Oh, what does POTF mean?