(free verse)
I found an unlocked treasure chest
Under the old willow tree in my backyard.
I buried it there years ago
With my identity and emotions inside;
The possessions I once idolized
Now encased by rotting wood and gold trim.
Here I am, right where I began.
X marks the spot, and we cross paths again.
The lid is wide open and welcomes me home,
But the treasures inside my chest now feel very wrong.
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