Box of Memories

Lowering myself to the edge of the bed
I clutched the small box to my chest
Afraid to look inside
Afraid not to
It had been given to me
Both a curse and then a gift
With a trembling grip I lifted its lid
Stared inside at the contents
Carefully fingering each item within
A story swirling coalesced in my mind
Slowly began to unfold before my very eyes
To write it down for others
Or keep it to myself remains yet to be seen
For now I tenderly replaced the lid
Tears silently falling
Their presence my only witness


©️tara caribou – 2018

26 Comments on “Box of Memories

  1. Heartfelt and to the point without a lot of explanation. I hope writing about it, expressing it in that way helps, heals.

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