Pandora's BoxI was going to write a long-winded tale, letting slip the not-so-secrets, the pebbles within my chest.
But that down-ward spiral of memories and facts, are not a part of me I walk so much no more.
I cut the electricity off, closed all the curtains and windows.
Let those halls of memories haunt themselves.
I know that box is waiting for me. But I need life more, I need joy more,
than to open that box, not knowing how to sort through it, deal with it.
It bleeds through my functional exterior.
I gotta open that box.
Its not a question of how, but what comes after.
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2021-02-13 at 08:16
Tags Past  Healing
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