Hidden Treasure

Hidden Treasure

Buried in the depths of your

closet, you keep a wooden trunk

that is filled with your most 

important possessions: an old yoyo,

letters from your grade school

pen pal, and a picture of your best friend

as a child. Hidden, but never forgotten

treasures that you’ve kept throughout

the years.

 The yoyo was given to you by your

Older brother. He spent a lot of time

Teaching you how to use it before

He died of cancer. It was his final

Act as a big brother. 

The letters show how easy life was. You 

talked of books, movies, and videogames. 

All the basics, but they had a deep importance 

back then. You were devastated when your 

pen pal moved and stopped writing. 

The picture of your best friend, the reason 

you’re here, is from a summer camp you 

both attended. That was the summer he 

told you what his mom’s boyfriend did to him 

late at night. You two cried together.

All of these treasures of a younger self,

When times were supposed to be easy

And carefree, but life hasn’t been that

Kind to you. You pull out the picture 

Of your best friend and place it

In your pocket. It was the last moment

You had of him that wasn’t tainted

By his dark truth. It will be placed

By his tomb after the service today. 

This is the one treasure you can give

up, because you have to. You can’t hold

onto his secret anymore, so you’ll

lay it to rest with him. The rest of

the treasures will return to their chest

and stay buried to preserve your

tainted innocence.

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Kyle Schmidt

Kyle Schmidt

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