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.