My Protector

I hope I never grow

too old to lose my innocence

in entirety,

because all that I have left,

I’ve fought for,

raged for,

and it doesn’t get any easier, 

because as an adult,

you’re looked at like 

your insane

when you say that there

is hope in pain,

or reason in calamity.

I will cycle through this,

regardless, 

but I choose vulnerability

instead of anger,

and love

instead of fear.

And it hurts…

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