The Boxes In The Corner

Looming over your shoulders

Each stack higher than its former

Every thought and every scrap

Of an idea too scared to ponder


Every moment that hurt

Each minute that lingered longer

Than what fit in the locket

In the paper heart in the locker

Your mind is a room

The boxes are in the corner

The windows can be opened

If you have the courage

To wander



17 years old

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