another poem

At first my heart sank and bled
But now I've picked her up
Because those hands that touched and felt
Can never delve inside.

So who I am is still untouched
By those who were not welcome
Their fingers are drenched in the blood
Of guilt, and dark intentions.

And I will walk away from this,
Stronger and more aware
That there truly exist kind people
Who will be there, and care

And watch me smile!
And see me laugh!
Oh how un-spoiled am I!

And while I live
your soul will steep
In pungent guilt
And restless sleep