When I was a child, I walked the simplest way,
Completely unaware of all the dangers.
Pure white lilies and small violaceous flowers
Lined the lane, so perfuming the air all day.
Farther along the wide path, trust was broken,
Learning hard taught lessons, always remembered,
Where bruised blossoms matched a bruised heart encountered.
Those charged to protect did things best unspoken.
Scars were formed, yet hope shone through and love found me,
Lighting my way like luminous fireflies
Lit by the winter moon under leaden skies,
It fell into place as it was meant to be.
For now, resting my eyes on a mixed bouquet
Of life experiences along the way.