Box in the Attic
I found a box in the attic,
It was covered in dust.
It's label said "Dreams,
I'd been forced to give up."
I collapsed to the floor.
As old wounds did appear.
As a page of a book.
I had once held so dear.
Diary labeled Future.
Is what broke down my defenses.
Where it had built castles.
The truth had dug trenches.
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