I saw my life
packed up in bins,
bags and boxes. My
whole life had been
condensed into assorted
cardboard and plastic.
I said goodbye to
nothing and no one.
I went silently,
too tired to fight.
But the bins, bags
and boxes, said more
than my silence
ever could.
How could five
years fit into
such a cramped
array of containers?
Where is everything I
spent time building
and creating?
Since when are adult
children the
youngest of all?
Why will I always
be sick even when I
become well?
When did they all
become blind to
logic and reasoning?
When will I
learn?
When will I stop
trying to change
and understand
them?
All of the questions I
could never say,
were spelled out in
packing tape and
Storage lockers.
I couldn’t look back,
the tears were coming,
so I ran as fast as my
car could drive.
I love this! So beautifully written!
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