I am grateful for innocence,
The deep eyes of a newborn.
A baby, a child.
The freshest gaze
A symbol of trust
Without sarcasm or badness or derision.
Before the ego’s haughty garb is donned
The new one
Summons our efforts,
The willingness to hope,
To try again
And creep out of the forest
Into the meadow like a fawn following its mother.
Journal prompt: What is your definition of innocence and hope?
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