every one shall bear scars from living and that ' s the price we pay to be alive . Innocence can ' t be protected but that ' s okay we will live imperfectly we will live with the knowledge of good and evil we will breathe this world in and pour ourselves out , bit by bit always sin stained .
* A version of this poem was first published on 24th January , 2017 in the now defunct Firstwriter Magazine .