Shielding Innocence

All those who have travelled this path before
A secret written in invisible ink taken to the grave
Testimony to heart pure as snow, a blank slate
Most dangerous place, vulnerable to temptation
Those who are bitten once, on their guard
Silence seal their lips, guardian angels they are not
Bruised, battered hearts weeping silently
Eyes glazed, with a prayer on their hearts
To save innocence from clutches of Satan
God they play not,  hiding their pain
Hoping their struggles are not in vain
To shield innocence as best as they can

Wounded Heart

Wounded heart silently weeps
Shedding tears of blood
Emotion fueled egos straining
Thin fine string holding
The bridge spanning the chasm
Love, disturbed and turbid
Every little utterance
Unspoken words
Stretching and pulling the knots
Tested and stressed by
Struggles of daily life
Every little frayed strands
On verge of being torn
By the next outburst
Emotion rules
Love victimised
Healing touch in abeyance
Wounded heart hurts

 


Week 16 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday May 18, 2016