What has been. This is for all my friends, with love.




The Box Within

 

I hold a box within my hands

intricate

delicate

I open it

It contains

broken dreams

sepia photographs

of a life gone by

bits of nostalgia

thoughts

mostly broken

in pieces

needing repair

but I don't dare

to put them back together

 

Also full of memories

 

I weep at what I see

then I put it back

into

my heart

it's always there

but

you won't find it

my

hidden box of dreams

and

memories





Poetry by Blilith
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Written on 2012-02-29 at 22:37

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nature
Life is filled with lovely memories, broken dreams and dissapointment. Profound write love it!!
2012-03-07


Nathalia
Beautiful, Blilith. We all have our special boxes of treasured memories, some good, some sad, but still they are worth having. :-)
Take Care
2012-03-01


countryfog
Shells is right, I too have my box of mementos and memories, a few mostly strange things that years later still have stories to tell, something to say to and about me, as your poem does.
2012-03-01


shells
A lovely poigniant piece, I could feel the sadness, nostalgia, I think we all have our "boxes."
2012-03-01