The Thoughts of a Child

The Thoughts of a Child


Once I knew the thoughts of a child,

Once I knew only innocence and peace in my home

Once I knew only good and love, nothing of betrayal.


A long time ago that was.

I can still feel the fresh snow on my skin,

I can still see the backyard marigolds,

A brilliant mix of scarlet and sun lingers in the back of my mind.

I can still taste the tart-sweet flavor of sugar dipped rhubarb,

Plucked right from the end of the block.

I can still hear Hannah Montana playing in the background.


I was still safe.


Where did it go?


Where did it go.


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