There are boxes on shelves,
they litter my mind.
I sift through them sometimes,
too see what I find.
Hurts, disappointments,
friends and lost loves.
A girl I can't remember,
rises over lifes shoves.
a mother, a wife,
she's a lover, a friend.
Broken and battered,
fighting so life won't end.
I rattle my boxes,
see what will fall out.
Spent dreams and desires,
landing all about.
I look on in wonder,
at all of my past.
Tangled around me,
I touch broken parts.
But then I look deeper,
a smile warms my heart.
I find laughter and love,
hopes, dreams, second starts.
I would appreciate critical feedback
Comments
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Nicely done to your thought....made me think and yes remember things I had put away so long ago....and some recently.
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This is lovely...the boxes of our lives. Sadness and happiness, all collected and hidden away. I like the images very much.
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