Innocence and Filth

Oh to be innocent and untouchable.

To have a mind bright and carefree.

To have love, simple as a swingset

And all wounds healed with a hug.

The world was bright and I,

I was a small star glimmering among the heavens.

But I am not young and innocent.

I carry with me an active mind

And a strong love, reigned and measured.

And yet all wounds are silenced with a hug.

The world is harsher and I am still

A small star, piercing through the hopeless fog,

Breathing in the filth, praying to survive.