The Loss Of My Purity



Strike at a distance, I could feel the warm sensation
Coming closer and closer, wonder what my first time
Would be like? Many say it will be painful and I will never
Be pure again, like the Virgin Mary.
I wish I could escape this, am just not ready. I am scared.
Afraid.
Closer and closer it came until it undresses my mortal soul.
Without hesitation it rushes through me, ripping and tearing 
                    My guts away.  I was much bigger but there was nothing
         I could do. It holds the ultimate power.
                Without remorse it turns my inner being into darkness.
It didn’t even listen to my painful cry,
Nor sense the pain I was feeling.
 It is finished. 
I am no longer that pure white blank paper.
 I have been robbed of my purity by just a match.
If am touched by any force I will crumbled to pieces.
To pieces.


(Written by Shernette Shaw)

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