The innocent child.

The Innocent Child. The innocent child was a normal child at school he played with the kids that would let him. He colored of birds and kittens with the rest of the class. He looked with happiness shining in his brown eyes, as his parents walked through the room. But he knew his parents were divorced long ago since the age of three he had learned: that any child no matter how innocent must walk life’s path no matter how twisted it’s roads turn a child must and must never let his heart bend to the wills of life’s treacherous way. This innocent child was hiding something from everyone including himself, he knew it was there since his birth. He lived with it buried till he turned the age of choice. Then he had to chose between his parents which he was to live with. They asked him "who do you love more." He looked with sadness in his brown eyes and replied: neither. This answer startled both groups of parents both true and step. The mother asked the innocent child "who do you love." They child again looked at both true parents with emptiness in his brown eyes and said: none. Shocked and amazed at this child’s response both groups of parents scowled the child and told him he had to love someone. This innocent child returned a blank stare with his brown eyes. His father asked the innocent child "if you do not love who do you hate?" Now this child had opened up the pit of his heart where his secret did lie… his rage was now free. This innocent child looked with his brown eyes and as the trembled hate filled them she said in a cold whisper: Myself. The Father took the child as sense he had him already. Instead of playing with the other kids he innocent child thought… thought of what he had done to make his parents leave each other. When the child was three he over heard his parents talking they remarked that they did not want this child and that he was an accident, and abortion baby that survived. Still in his birth he was rushed 2 months premature but still lived despite the wishes of all. Not a tear did fall from this innocent child’s brown eyes on his birth, instead only silence as the doctors and parents thought he was dead this innocent child laughed at their ignorance of thinking this unwanted child could be rid so easy. No this innocent child was living and stay he did to despite the wishes of all. This child was looked after by one in his youth, others did take care of him but only one did teach him of life. His great grandfather. A secret this innocent child has saved from all but one. None but this one knows of his influence on this child’s miserable life. His great grandfather taught him about life in his stories about life in his words of pain. His man had lost his love to death and never wanted another still this man kept a smile that would deceive even the devil for it was real he was happy he knew someday God would reunite him with his wife. This man moved from this child yet not a tear did this child cry, he knew he would see this old man again. Another came she looked at this innocent child with care, but not a word did she utter to this child, soon after she left but even in her leaving she left confusion in this innocent child’s mind. This innocent child knew that eyes could not lie they can betray but never lie, always a spark is burning in the eye unless the soul is set to unrest then the spark vanishes for the time. When this innocent child was 16 he went to see his teacher of life his great grandfather in New York. Upon arriving at his mentor’s home he learned that a little more that an hour to this innocent child’s arrival a heart attach caused his teacher’s departure. Again not a tear did this child cry he knew that his Great Grandfather had be reunited with his loving wife. But as this man died so did this innocent child’s compassion, this was the last phase of his recession. He built a wall that no love could penetrate, no cry for help would this child hear, no other would he help they would suffer as he did and he would watch emotionless and calm. Little does this innocent child remember of his time spent in the recession but he does remember creating a mask to fool others he created a persona that was what the others wanted of him he was popular to the ones he wanted to be too. This mask began to morph on it own it changed his image but not a care did he have little did it matter. This child had one burring word in his mind and he did not understand of it coming: Truth. Soon this mask was a new form one this innocent child looked upon with hatred. A happy form one that others admired one that was false, yet this innocent child was not suppose to care, what did it matter. This innocent child destroyed this form by turning to drugs again. This form was no longer admired but despised with its destruction he robbed some of hope. But he knew it not. So much rage had grown inside this innocent child. Soon he had to release it. Almost to his 19th birthday this child met a woman in pain yet he could not see her. Despite his dark emotions and wall he spoke to this woman with words that he had never said. Words that no other had heard. This woman was lost in an ocean of pain and sorrow but still she was an angel for she did free his innocent child from his recession. It only took one day for this child to awake in this world. But this innocent child looked at it with tears in his eyes, tears for what he had done, tears for what others had done, and tears for he was still alone. A day before his birthday he realized the meaning of love and knew that he did love 2 his mother and God. On this 19th birthday a new beginning came a rebirth was formed. This innocent child was no longer now only a guilty man remained but he was able to see unlike most to look in eyes and see the truth or so he thought now this guilty man is confused, lost and hurt from his own emotions. As the chains of emotions surround him to make him suffer the love inside him grows to offer more to the one he will bestow love to. After his rebirth he was alive he found his first love. He made a promise from both the innocent child and guilt man as a symbol of his love he knew the consequence for his action when he made a silent oath to his first love not to recede again. This was his safety in life where he would escape all that hurt him but this was a sacrifice that showed his love, with this oath he bestowed the most intimate of gifts to his first love. What once was never shall be… tis the saddest recourse of emotions I have faced with no help from any and now where to hide a naked soul am I in this world of tormented souls. No more shall I say for the Circle of Pain is now my bain.