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.