A SHOT AT POETRY

Originally written: July 20, 2012

Step Away (from Ignorance)

Come forth my Child, step away from the Darkness;
it will hurt, surely, and perhaps inflict Madness.
But I will hold your hand, through and through,
during your Blossoming and till the end of your Bloom…
For a life blinded from colour, though safely within,
is not worth living, not even in Sin…
And I promise, Strong Child, that out here in the Wild —
Though unpredictably unstable and always potentially Vile,
Though ridden with Corruption and Dark Alleys of Bile —
Child becomes Man, and with the Right Kind of Smiles
His soul elevates to Heights so Free, into Heaven a Thousand Miles…
The Truth, My Dear Child, is the Gift of the Unafraid,
Of the Adventurer Idealist who the World’s Darkness he looks to Slay.
So come forth my Child, Step away from the Darkness;
it will hurt, surely, but the Truth cures the worst of all Madness.