After the rage
the regret set in
to silence it's face
compartments were made
a grin plastered on
joviality construed
and in the box the moment survived
and guilt free i slept in peace
at least
for a while
but the thing with boxes
compartments
regret
...
it is all
unfinished business
and we return to it
over and over
time after time
it haunts
it clouds
it shadows
and drains
the peace
the joy
the life
of every moment
until
...
you sit down
unpack that baggage
sort it through
and leave it behind
...
2 comments:
oh my!!! something I am going through so what you have written feels so close to heart...once again u win over with your unique asset of touching at very human
aspects of life...rather touching the hearts through your beautiful expression...love always.. Farah
farah
my dear sister! i hope things are well at your end.... it is never fun to deal with "baggage" but in our field we just have to face it don't we and what better place to start than our own?
wishing you well always...
hope the hubby and kids are doing okay. we must catch up soon...
giant hugs and hope you have a lovely new year!
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