Friday, April 18, 2014

P is for Purity

This is another drabble that turned into a poem instead.  Once again, it's still exactly 100 words.  It just came out as a poem.  I can't always control what results from my creative madness.

The inspiration for this came from frustration.  I've seen so many people who are judged harshly for their past, often unjustly, and the results can be devastating for some.  We are none of us perfect.  The experiences we have had may not win the approval of all, but for better or worse, they've made us who we are.



Purity

White dresses, flowers,
     golden
     childish dreaming.

Innocent you must
     remain,
     they all command.

As you grow, you
     learn,
     human needs prevail.

In a moment, it’s
     undone,
     childhood is over.

A burgeoning wisdom,
     unfolds,
     takes root within.

Life is not so
     simple
     as others pretend.

Yet others persist,
     learning
     of your knowledge.

Tainted, unclean,
     filthy,
     the insults fly.

Who would want you
     dirty
     as you now are?

The judgments come
     one
     by one, cutting.

Words fill your life,
     you
     cannot escape.

They taunt you, judge,
     define
     and it takes a toll.

Some will not rest until,
     broken,
     you agree with them.

8 comments:

  1. meh--why control it? It's more fun when we let it control us!
    Beautiful poem, and so very true. Words hurt more than people let on.

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  2. Excellent job! This is sort of fitting for Leah in Game On lol.

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  3. We can't let our past determine who we are.

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  4. That last verse,
    Some will not rest until,
    broken,
    you agree with them.

    is devastating.
    Sophie
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  5. Nice drabble as always. People always judge and it's horrible that they sometimes don't even want to give the benefit of the doubt.

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