Boxes
Author: Shell225There 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.
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Posted: Wed Nov 4, 2009 5:15 PM CST
About this poem:
I guess that this poem describes those moments in time, when we look back at all the baggage we carry, and how we attempt to compartmentalise it, to reduce its effect of our present lives