Perfection Of Innocence Poem by Karen Edwards

Life inherently moves forward,
progress, change, passing moments
racing onward until the minute
we cease and cross the veil to
what lies beyond.

On the other side, a mirror
image, the reverse, unwinding,
moving backward, left with
the knowledge of who we were,
retracing our lives, fixing mistakes,
righting the wrongs we've done.
Reliving precious moments with
the wisdom that they were special.
Taking nothing for granted,
each day growing younger,
being unmade, casting away
the bitter lessons of life
as we move ever closer to the beginning.

The ending, of our afterlife
as again we are reborn,
with the perfection of innocence,
a blank slate, ready to begin again
move forward, progress, and grow.
Forming a paradox,
we spend a lifetime striving
for perfection, yet in the end
we realize we are born that way.