When part of you is like a child

Never thinking about disillusionment

Always happy, hoping, believing, excitedly anticipating

Always finding the good

Always ready to understand

Always quick to forgive

Defiant, unwavering loyalty

How awful reality (karma, fate) is

For, so coldly, ripping this away from a person

Taking away the eyes through which they saw a beautiful world

(no sham, no drudgery)

Stripping them of their innocent faith

All of which, if nothing else, gave them peace of mind

…how brutal