Do Not Spare My Naive Heart

Do not spare my naive heart from being crushed

By the harsher realities of what is and what will be,

I have lived long enough in oblivious innocence

I have worn the lenses of idealism when I should have seen

The truth in all of its abrasive, gritted glory

I have closed my ears to the sound of imminent catastrophe

Choosing instead to hear hope ringing through empty halls.

Do not spare my naive heart from understanding

What it must to allow the natural course of life to flow,

For I can live a whole life subsisting off of dreams

Floating like a cloud through a wasteland of lost opportunities

And in blissful oblivion, I would never know.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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