Shards of broken memories
scatter the ground like rubble
as the wrecking ball swipes
against the old church building.
I should not have come,
but was drawn to the devastation
like a moth to a flame.
I stand here watching and wondering
if I’ll be strong enough to overcome this pain?
The ball slams again leaving a gaping
hole in the shell of my childhood
I turn and stumble away before the
bulldozer comes to scrape up these
childish dreams and dump them like yesterday’s trash.