Here It Lies

Here it lies, the pieces of my life;

Scattered much like the remnants of pottery,

Shattered and worn by the years of abandonment.

Now left in a temple once filled with vibrant light.

Here it lies, the years of chasing butterflies,

Toothy smiles to strangers,

The summers of running through the woods,

And the winters filled with merriment and hot cocoa.

Here it lies, the days of peace;

When the world was a simple place,

And all that one had to worry about

Was the monsters in the closet.

Here it lies, my innocence;

Tainted by unwelcoming hands,

Poisoned by lies and betrayal,

And buried in the ashes of what was my youth.

Here it lies:

My life.

My youth.

My peace.

My innocence.

Here it lies, the pieces of my past;

Buried…but never forgotten.