The naivete of a child

She was blind to it all

She saw, but she did not perceive

His wickedness was hard to believe

She laughed with him

Talked with him

Until with a life-threatening jolt she realized

Exactly what he had done

She saw

With the likeness of a child, but the spirit of

An old, wise woman

She stood

Shedding her childish ways

The games she used to play

She knew

Of the ugliness and dirtiness he portrayed

She knows

There is complete understanding

She is no longer a child

The knowledge within her

The horrors she's faced

Now

She is a woman

When I stepped out of the dark room

I couldn't see