I think that there is a point in every person's Life where yo come to he realization that 'pinky promises' can be broken and often are. You come to a hard realization that the world isn't black and white and despite you trying to cling to your childhood idealism, the world isn't fair. For some this comes early.... <br /> <br />You're the beacon of Truth to my midnight Life. <br />Lighthouse to my ocean of doubt. <br />And though it's not fair, <br />I fear that the last shred of what I now believe to be a naive Hope <br />For the goodness in mankind, <br />Lies in your promise <br />Of a different tomorrow. <br />Eggs in a basket is a weak metaphor <br />For the world you've taken responsibility for. <br />And if nothing else <br />You worded my demise beautifully. <br />Childhood beliefs die <br />In a swift crash <br />Echoed in the silent trembles <br />Rumbling through my Morals. <br />A new Life of well engraved cynicism. <br />Branded doubt. <br />Shadowed Happily-Ever-After. <br />I'm grabbing at the last traces of you. <br />Gapping adulthood. <br />Teach me to be....<br /><br />Tabitha Castillo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadow-of-doubt-broken-promises/
