The Locket

The Locket
it is my key to my past
the one thing left of it

It is worthless, my life
I am ready to part with it
but I could never be able to part with
the Locket

The Locket
when soldiers stomped through our life
they ruined my home
my family,
my friends,
my life,
me.

The Locket
holds memories of things that
I love
I yearn for
I beg for
I weep for

But
now there is hate
cruel hate
hate that divided friendships
families
countries

Every night I kneel next to my bed
to pray
to hope
to love
to believe

Nothing will ever be like it used to
but what is the use
the point
the value

Things will never go back to the way they were