Innocent Bliss

by T.M.

I feel from the pit of my stomach,
Entrails entwined with
Passions often pinched
Like nerves,
And on the off chance
Desire becomes
A real life documentary,
I will feel from
The core of my
Inner child,
Exploring, laughing,
So wrapped up in joy
Yet unable to be still,
Too enamored by life itself
To just throw in
The towel,
Too unaware of
Harsh realities
Yet doing just fine
In ignorant,
Innocent bliss.

Innocent Bliss by T.M.

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