Removing Day Time to pack up and throw away Stacked with baggage The cellar reeks Of hurt, frustration, shame Moist, mouldy boxes Labels faded, adhesive disintegrated They crumple Visions flood the space Bringing me back to the bad old days Mason jars of despondency Covered in grime and cobwebs Cautiously I remove them Yellowing buckets of invisible scars Echoing wails and Salt stains from dried-up tears Threadbare, moth-eaten luggage Inner child pain seeping through Soaking into the subfloor Of every decision I make They follow me I cannot move them away Inherited antique trunks Glazed with adversity Containing damage from relations where I Was made to feel Less than I got out of them but They didn't get out of me Memories I prefer not to claim At the same time I don't want to remain the same Removing Day Packing up and throwing away People-Places-Behaviours Dependencies-Tendencies-Expectancies Pressures to comply with the "norm" Cheers! To detachment, in all forms
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