Cleaning Corners
Cleaning corners of my mind, dusty memories of years past. Boxes packed, neatly labeled to remind what lies below closed lids. Is it time to discard accumulated items not used for years? Reminders of pain hurts, degradations lies, fears, remain packed. Paper-thin disgust lines boxes of past deeds done in anger. Shelves piled high with trust's broken promises. I cling to these for I have no other to fill my shelves. Tiny golden-wrapped boxes hidden behind dusty cartons of despair, shining gold happiness long lost but faintly remembered. All hidden deep in memory's dank corners, swept out with fate's cruel broom to see what had once been and is never more. If I throw away my memories, I have nothing to fill my corners. Written August 28th, 2001 © on Aug 28 2001 11:17 AM PST 0 • 1
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