Purity.....

if Purity were a woman
i would want to be her
men would want me
not because i was beautiful
gifted
smart or thin
lean or lithe
but because i shone
as pure as the radiant cut diamond
shining like a pure white light
shattering the darkness
piercing through the ashes
sifting through the remnants
of the decrepit Old World
neglected for long enough
as to one day be forgotten

i dream of her
Purity
for i was born with her
deep in my heart
her pain became my pain
her beat became my beat
when she tried to come out
i tucked her in my pocket
carrying her around
nearly forgotten
while my father
carried on
boyfriends
carried on
the world
carried on
deeply
deeply enmeshed
in the decrepit Old World