Poem I Wrote

[consultant_maven]

Unaware

She walks oddly happy
Blissfully unaware of any
Differences or negatives people posses
Can’t understand basic cues
So many have no trouble
Knowing what is.

At a young age this is considered
Sweet, a child who appears pure
Looks for the best in others
Always see positives
But when significantly older
All good goes away.

Funny how kids are praised for
Thinking everyone has the ability to be inherently good
Though when older are labeled
Negatively and what follows bad mistakes not able to be seen
Are the victim’s fault.

Maybe this is just the universe’s way
Of keeping some innocence in the world
A good that will never be gone
The light we all look to
When dark.

But also, maybe,
On the other side of the spectrum
This is the universe’s way
Of showing innocence,
Care, kindness, ability to forgive, compassion
Is the eventual demise
Of us all.