I find it ridiculous

When I look at things now

The amount of care I took

To lock it all away, careful

To never allow their dirty hands

Prying eyes, gentle touch, air

Or even sunlight to penetrate

Because those things too often

Come disguised as a momentary

Respite, only to quickly turn

And sink their teeth in deep

Once the guard is let down

But when I look at things now

I can only laugh at the way

I so easily discard and leave

Behind all those things

Which I took such great care

To protect from others when

Eventually, their destruction

Would be by my hand alone