What does she hold

What does she hold

Is it some holy light or is it simply kindness

She is unknowingly holding a key

A key that I am afraid to tell her, is her hand

She has unknowingly become part of my daily thoughts

Thoughts that I am afraid to tell her she is part of

She is the savior and destroyer of my mind

Making me question every thought and action

Is she so pure as she seems

Like the fresh fallen snow covering the meadow

Is her purity truly her her or is it the result of sheltering 

Like a blind child who has never seen evil

Is she as kind as I think or am I being led on

Like a lamb being lead to the knife

Author's Note

Please feel free to leave any thoughts and/or suggestions. What images are coming to mind? What emotions are evoked?

Thank you for your input.