The end of innocence

As the solitary fish swished in the plastic bag
Keeping tempo with her walk
Tap tap in heat of a summer day
No mercy when young love is the prize.
He holds her hand and smiles shyly
Leaning down kissing her sweetly
And she knows this moment is making her heart
Burst out of her chest where it lays trapped
Like the Orange fish in the bag
And feeling so alive,
The glow from within she feels grow inside
And she looks around to see who may bear witness
To this, her crowning moment
Her first love.
Days pass into night and swimming creatures
Not meant for such things
As love and fairs and heat
And the tap-tap of the bag against a young girls leg
And life moves forward like an accidental dead fish in a bag
And she cries a bit to see her little prize lost
And her heart breaks more so
When she sees the big prize gone,
Swimming away on the midway current
Lost to a prettier livelier fish.
She goes home alone then
And she sits in her room
Watching as the trucks carry her memories out-of-town
Broken down and lights shuttered
The smell of cotton candy and sweetness
Now hanging stale in the air.
Trucks rumble by in the night before dawn
Into the darkness and through town they roll.
An empty dresser but for
The glass jar sitting empty and creatureless,
But she knows someday it too will be full again
With splashing eyes and her mermaid dreams
Of the prizes out there to be won
And the trucks that left will back around
Setting up to begin again
But she will be wiser
Not giving so freely
Knowing she must work harder and harder
To build the inner fire
To believe in what truly is
Her radiant beauty lit from within.
To win the prize,
To be the victor of the game
That in her heart of hearts
She will be the one to win.

Silly thoughts from my youth and the realization that fish don’t live long in a ziplock bag in ninety degree heat and that love takes work, not just a single toss of a ball or prick of a dart and that with age always comes the wisdom that she is her own prize and to cherish her worth always.
Peace and blessings, K


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11 thoughts on “The end of innocence”

    1. Thank you Jonathan , yes, maybe he wrong word to use, just thoughts out of my norm. The fair is back in town and I go every year, always great memories and yesterday’s thought was on the expectation that things would last forever, self blame and then the blossom into the awareness that you can’t compare yourself to others and choices made by others is that, simply their choices. Grow and learn always. Glad you enjoyed too by the way😊🐠💜


    1. Through bright lights, big dreams, and the loss of that something special, life raises the strong to remember that it’s not about the prettiest or brightest, but by those who look within and shine like the brightest star⭐️ thanks my friend…lessons we learn in life😊

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      1. in a world that puts a price on everything and everyone, it’s hard to see outside that zone, i brought a small buddy to the carnival, and the place was half empty, half full too, and pricey for anyone with a family, and i said to myself, was there anyone out there with the heart to recognise the joy that children need to encounter, in particular those on the bottom rung of life, it was the same as saying to someone reared hard, there was no place for you out there, so go and mope dude. thanks for your comments, you have been through the wringer i see, it’s easier when you have been on the ledge, amen

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      2. We used to go to the circus with tickets given to low income families from the Shriners….those memories still touch me today. We couldn’t afford the treats of popcorn or soda but the lights and animals and atmosphere was such a joy. We have a fair every year here and for families it is brutal, even with discounted tickets. I think my parents finally raised us to enjoy nature and family trips to the beach…time spent with family and siblings became just as fun when you realized the family didn’t suffer the expense, joy can be found in the unexpected places😊 peace and blessings to you also BW 😊

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