I’m sorting through the boxes in my closet,
airing all the old ghosts out.
Spreading memories on the floor before me,
wondering what all the hurt was about.
I’m clearing out some space in my closet
emptying boxes of old souvenirs.
Stacking photos to be labelled later
throwing away all my old fears.
I’m having a rummage through my past life
thinking of having a garage sale.
Folding up boxes that have been emptied
ridding myself of feelings I have failed.
I’m looking for something that I’ve lost
tidying my mind up as I go along.
Should have done this many years ago
a life hid in boxes is just plain wrong.
So, todays prompt The Poetry in a Quote over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asked us to be inspired by a quote from Joan Didion. Again, I feel like the most ignorant buffoon on the planet as I’ve never heard of her, but I did like the quotes and in the end I picked the one below.
“I closed the box and put it in a closet.
There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.”
― Joan Didion, Where I Was From