Losing The Freedom of Naivety

She pondered 

How could she be an equal participant instead of a slave

She wasn’t good at games

And with little desire to learn them

She was often left

Raw with the rub from those strangers

Who scathed her with their hot and shivered her with their cold

But

She wears her naivety like a maid secretly wears the queen’s dress

And her innocence is what provokes the rumbling within the stomach of wolves

Light and airy, unlike us… she refused to carry the wrinkles of pessimism 

Every day she was born anew, oblivious, optimistic, heart open as wide as her welcoming arms

She is

The light we wish we never lost.

 

By Janell Hihi

Copyright@2017

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