A box full of 'Me'...

I shove my hand in blindly.

"That's a stupid idea," Chimes Sanity

I feel something soft,

Something very hard...

"That's what she said."

Hope cracks a joke, laugh echoing in my head.

My fingertips freeze icy cold,

It's a memory of snow, it's very old...

"I'll be 'very old' by the time you get to the point."

I ignore Hope, always the impatient one.

A memory of soft summer grass,

Of Dad's booming laugh,

A memory of sand beneath my feet so rough...

"Ok, you've had your fun. That's enough."

My Heart demands desperately,

But it's too late,

I've already found the root memory...

_I'm twenty years old,_

_And I'm drowning in grief,_

_My Heart is being dragged across the coral reef._

_My heart is _**_breaking_**_,_

_Hope is sick, he's dying,_

_Sanity is gone, she's been missing..._

_Ah, there she is, Innocence._

_She's small, like a child,_

_My Heart's suffering is reeking havoc, it's wild._

_Innocence is caught in the middle,_

_Trapped, so scared, too little._

_I scream at her to 'Hide until it's safe'..._

I suppose this was her best hiding place,

The Lost and found box in my mind.

Hope whistles, always a wise-ass, always so clever,

"You just played the best hide n' seek game, _ever_."

Sanity wacks him on the head,

Silently thanking God that Hope is not dead.

My Heart takes Innocence back into her arms,

Safe from damage, safe from harm.

Innocence laughs, a lovely sweet sound.

Because Innocence lost, can always be found.