you keep hoping someone will reach out
and lightly touch you;
a reminder that you are not alone,
but you remain uncomfortably numb
in your lonely halo of sorrow-
*untouched, unspoken to.

It's adequate to discern what you feel
Have been proven thus by ages
Let it all flow through your pen
Without restraint, they must flow
When You're done letting out
The last of the fear, sorrow n guilt
You will know that it was well worth
You no longer brood on the same
As it has become a thing of the past
And you have new emotions
Waiting to be expressed
With intuition running deeper
Making you proud
Of growing more conscious of self
May all your feelings find a word or two
To wrap around
While resting in time capsule
Leaving you poised
With clarity of thought
One stride at a time

she watches curiously
the shadows of the world
as Innocence slowly slips away