Blissful Ignorance

I’m merely shadowy remnants

of what once was blissful ignorance.

Pessimism hardly defines

the darkness that’s swallowed up

my positive perspective.

What I wouldn’t give

to get it back —

to see through those

rose-colored glasses again,

to believe everything happens

for a reason.

Back to blind faith,

the benefit of the doubt,

to second chances.

I rarely give

first chances now.