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In Boxes...
In boxes, compartments snug-
taped down tight to hush the tug.
The "Open Me" I know I'll find-
if I'd allow a peek inside...
The itchy fingers, I'd fist shut-
to prove I am much stronger, but..?
~I yearn to get that paper-cut~
In boxes, lined upon walls-
stacked up high, in case I fall,
and stumble in cardboard pain-
to work heart in savage drain.
Others, they hold bliss unbound-
Just ne'er lasted, those I've found.
Shame in one, disaster's other-
The small one there? That's me, asunder..
Wedged in tight, behind my sense-
lending room for recompense.
The silver one? a funny shape-
holds pieces of a mother's faith.
I dust 'em off to pass the time-
Too many boxes, heart of mine!
The one of Love? I shake it soft-
hands tremble, it's been so long.
With tip of toe, I nudge the tape
and bid it be the one of Fate.
Storage near full, life adds up fast..
In boxes-
that's how I store
my past.
Published 23rd May 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2015
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23rd May 2015 4:18pm
You are right in that your fate is Love; time is grooming you for each choice. I had many of these boxes myself. Some I still have, but only the ones relevant to who I am, not was. I offered them to the new moon that you seem to adore, and set my intentions forward with patience and resolve.
24th May 2015 00:22am
Definitely feel sisterhood with you sweetness...ty so much for sharing your thoughts!
..writing to reflect and heal, is the best honesty in-pour & growth, in my thirties, is *still a mind-blower! *g's
moon wishes, to ya ;)
~d
..writing to reflect and heal, is the best honesty in-pour & growth, in my thirties, is *still a mind-blower! *g's
moon wishes, to ya ;)
~d
