Innocence.

Now the day is over

I'm lying on the bed with my drifted mind

I wish I am million miles away from here, to the place where the stars and moon are set 

I'm listening to The Innocence Mission whispering her heartfelt warm voice

Through her sweet yet peculiar voice

Reminds me of the young and vulnerable child who used to live within me 

Watching over me and comfort me

Making sure that I am okay

That I follow my heart no matter what

Now that she has disappeared into the pitch darkness

Trapped by the fear that grow within me

Imprisoned by expectations and endless rules

She is nowhere to be found

Sometimes, I hear her trembles buffeted through the ripples of my mind

Sometimes, I hear her sweet singing voice echoing against my empty heart

Now that I don't see her anymore but she still exists subtly

She is lost in within me but it's not worth the risk to search for her anymore.

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Growing up

Is

Gaining wisdom or losing innocence?