why does it seem like everything's falling apart when i'm just pulling myself together again??

[etherealfantasy]

secrets kept and secrets forgotton
stored in a box high upon a shelf
long since left behind
yet always on her mind
a life she left so long ago
yet can't quite forget
fragmented shards of some
thing that no longer exists
a dream, or once it was
broken by many and touched by few
now left abandoned to its life upon a shelf
meaning nothing, as everything eventually does