#healing poetry
Boxes
I pack it all up in boxes
I lug it from place to to place
It weighs down on my spine,
The toll this life will take.
Our lives are packed in kindling,
The world will take its tithe,
We wait in silence together
For the match to strike the grease
I can’t remember sunshine
My hurts cast too long a shade
What’s it like to drop my defenses,
Leave my hurts, erase my hate?
I want to know the feeling,
But I’m scared of what I’ll find
Will this really feel like freedom,
Or just another shackle bind?