Pure

As the morning frost,
she was pure.
No agendas.
No malicious intentions.
No requisites.
No prerequisites.
She was full of talent.
She was full of light.
She had it all.
A passionate, loving heart.
Strong, courageous,
deep and true.
She just was.

She was so pure
that she couldn’t see it.

That’s why many hated her,
wanted to bring her down,
destroy her.

She couldn’t understand
why many she loved
betrayed her.

Others had to warn her,
make her aware.
She would then get an idea
and become alert,
from time to time.
But she would return to being herself,
and continue to shine bright,
unaware of who she was.

That’s what made her so pure.
That’s why many hated her.