Oh, world

Not yet so wise but not so naive either,

I am, as you may not see,

a child no longer.

I see the stumbles and where you fall.

Unbeknownst to you, 

I have seen it all. 




Is it not a bit ironic that the loss of precious innocence

now redeems us into the light?

Indeed, innocence,

that had once shielded from otherwise overwhelming darkness,

now sheds to uncover

a soul ready to take on the truth of the world.



And yet

it is in knowing that one becomes vulnerable

for knowing the truth has the power to free and enlighten the soul

or darken and encase it.

Power 

lies within choice.