The Price We Pay

An old Poetry Circle poem written for the picture below... (Picture: 'The Apple Tree' by Mitch Zorich)

The Price We Pay

 

A woman covers her face in shame

Yet she cannot be held to blame

For in her innocence she did not know

Just how fast the seed would grow

A taste of knowledge, innocence lost

Being human has a cost

 

Now for knowledge, there is a thirst

Some may think that we’ve been cursed

Though knowledge is demanding

With it comes understanding

And in that understanding lies

A sight that goes beyond the eyes

For it is felt deep within

Empathy is not a sin

The price we pay for innocence lost

Is it not worth the cost?

 

© Shadow Whysper