Innocence
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Rare are the people that can pinpoint an exact moment that marks the loss of their innocence. For many, it's an amalgamation, little snippets of life that occur over a period of time, usually years,

Innocence

Rare are the people that can pinpoint an exact moment that marks the loss of their innocence.

For many, it's an amalgamation, little snippets of life that occur over a period of time, usually years,

that bring them to the realization that everything they knew- or thought they knew- is indeed not true at all.

For some the process begins early on, when parents become divorced or one is abusive, and the seed is planted at that young age,

destined to grow with the child's mind until the age when the child understands, and with that understanding come realization,

realization that the world isn't the happy place seen in cartoons and in children's stories,

that there is in fact another layer of reality hidden from young minds that they aren't even aware they are missing.

But when that layer is revealed, it leaves the child with a heavy heart and bleeding mind, lamenting the loss of what they thought they knew of life,

up until that crucial speck of time and space that sent them reeling, unsure of what else they may "know" that indeed isn't true at all.

At times after realization of this razing reality all may appear to be as was, the world about carrying that glossy gleam of innocence yet unlost.

But like a lighting bolt out of the blue strikes you again, that heaviness in your chest as your kind plays over and over like a broken record that moment,

or one of the many moments that shattered that youthful conscious and scattered the pieces to the wind like the petals of a crushed flower, beautiful only in recall,

but never able to be made the same again.

As rare as those who can pinpoint the moment of innocence lost may be, rarer still are those whose innocene is truly gone.

There are varying degrees of innocence throughout all the peoples of the Earth, and some of those peoples may never comprehend that which another understands all too well.

Like a pane of glass that has been cracked, there still remain large pieces that are relatively undamaged, awaiting the blow of cruel reality to strike upon them, and shatter them as well.

I lament the loss of my innocence. The days I spent as a child not knowing the true evils of the world, and I pity my future self who will know more of them than I do now.

I carry in my mind the memories of people as I once knew them, and when I compare those most cherished of memories to the ones of recent days and times,

tears are summoned to my eyes near unbidden, but with no way to prevent them, for my heart aches at the loss of what once was, and at the stark reality of what now is.

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