Firsts

The firsts that were denied, they come away clean with innocence.

The adult doer of such may taint filthy all that she touch,

but that one first thing that at one moment may have brought joy,

will never fail to do so. It carries immunity to taint.

Even should first things come with spirit of rebellion,

the doer’s true nature weakens to that of childhood

when confronted with the essence of firsts.

For nothing corrupts what the mind made pure, long ago before the filth.

It matters not, the pain of denial that kept the first untouched.

For neither angry words nor punishing blow can taint the nature of first.