Here lies the shell of who I used to be; <br />shattered remains of the girl with bright eyes <br />and a brighter heart <br /> <br />She was a dancer of the clouds, my old self; <br />aspirations that could fill galaxies <br />hopes that could ignite the sun <br />dreams as vast as the stars <br /> <br />Such Innocence she had, that I wish were true; <br />beliefs in Happy Endings and good people <br />Faith that the world was really filled with icing and kindness <br />an unwavering commitment to that foreign language of Hope <br /> <br />I watched helplessly as Life tore her apart <br />ripped her body to shreds with each heartbreak, <br />unable to save her <br />because I'd forgotten what it was like to care <br /> <br />I'm placing white roses on your grave, my sweet friend <br />and armies of Angels around your tomb; <br />They will keep watch over you <br />keep you safe from now on <br /> <br />Your memories I have burned inside me <br />to remind me of what you had to endure <br />so that I can harden my soul <br />and make it through this barren wasteland <br /> <br />I will protect you from the men who wish to unearth you; <br />the ones who wish to resurrect you <br />with sweet words and empty promises <br />only to murder you again... <br /> <br />You always were so easy to demolish <br /> <br />Fear not anymore, my lost companion. <br /> <br />You are free now from this harrowing world; <br />free to create your own reality in the universe above us <br />and dance for infinity without sorrow or tears <br /> <br />I am what remains of us; <br />a Zombie with a hole in her chest <br />No longer willing to feel or show Love; <br />Damned to being nothing but the living memory <br />of your missing embrace.<br /><br />Deana Rode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2009-in-memorandum-of-myself/
