At what point in life does innocence die?
The first time we hurt or the first time we cry?
Is it the gradual death of a million forced smiles,
that all eventually build up in their time?
Or is this loss just a thing that occurs,
Another part of life,
with no need for concern?
If that’s the case why can most of us tell,
when someone has crossed into the next realm?
What is it we see, that highlights the difference between innocence and aging?
Is it something under the surface that slowly changes?
Do we recognize that the illusions are fading?
Is it the damage that we’ve all taken,
or the inevitable consequence that comes with aging?
Is wisdom worth this innocence breaking?
And what is the opposite of this innocence?
It isn’t guilt,
just a loss of ignorance.
We become aware,
of all our surroundings.
The good, the bad, the ever outstanding.
Innocence is innocent because it’s ignorant,
with facts come pain,
and recognition of stimulus.
It’s not necessarily always a bad thing,
but once it’s acknowledged, it can’t be unseen.
That’s why that light disappears from our eyes,
To make enough room for the rest of our lives.
I don’t think innocence can be maintained,
Life’s too violent not to taint.
by Ashley Hebner
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