Born.
wearing only one face.
a face,
of innocence,
for only a short amount of time.
A breath.
the first of many.
the breath that begins a journey,
the journey of life hath been born,
as another, has come to an end.
the age of innocence, now dead.
when life has departed,
to return from whence it came,
Innocence will then return,
though it should have never left.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Katrina Perkins 
Beautiful poem. I like the way you have started the poem. We all born with one face, that is the face of innocence. Than things change with each passing day. Wonderful!
Thank you Arindam! I genuinely appreciate the feedback. Of course it helps that it is so positive! Sometimes I wish it was more simple to be the one face, the innocent, even knowing I am strong enough to persevere always. Thank you again kind sir!
Exquisite writing here, those lines, “A breath. The first of many.” especially grabbed me, feeling an intense kind of melancholy and dolefulness- I guess, the feeling of mourning. Very excellent read. Read it over twice, and may have to read it again. It is a delight. Love the spider, too, groovy! Excellent post!
Thank you for expressing yourself in this comment. You truly grasp the essence well. Sincerely, I appreciate your taking the time to read and comment so specifically. Thank you. A spider was a nice gift on the passenger window of the car one stormy day. Innocent in it’s simple spidery-ness. Please accept my gratitude!
“Innocence will then return,
though it should have never left”
Wow … Puristic , hopeful and the perfrect end for a lovely depiction …