Skeletons Of Youth
The Great Divide Of Innocence
we picked the scab
that hid the pain
we bore the drab
when it would rain
we masked the hurt
behind our eyes
shielded our hearts
with summer smiles
the ghosts of youth
reveal the lies
invented truth
and compromise
we held our breath
waiting for hope
we cheated death
and frayed the rope
held it inside
denied it power
now sit and cry
cradling flowers
too much to keep
so much to hold
the child's heart reaps
memories of gold
though all that's golden does not shine
what's gained in years
weakens the mind
to keep the peace
we follow the rules
until it leaks
creating pools
a muddy mess
that can't be used
forgiveness begs
cover the bruise
for happiness
is all that's left
a game for fools
the young forget
that the sky must remain blue
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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