Shoe Box

 

I pull the box down from the top shelf. It’s been two years since I scribbled my thoughts and ideas down on paper. Needing to write but, never able to write more than a few lines. I wrote every good feeling about you down and stuffed it in this box till there was nothing left. Until all I felt about you that wasn’t neutral.

 

  As I sit with it in my hands, this black Converse shoe box from when i was 16. It’s amazing what a couple of years can do.

 A thin layer of dust has settled on the top leaving my finger prints behind. Kind of like my heart, you left a mark that is slowly getting covered.

 

  I smell the dusty cardboard as my fingers lightly drum against the top. Should I open it? Or will it be my version of Pandora’s box? I am over you, that I know but are the feelings still there? Can I work and shape these words I wrote in pain into

something better? Or will they forever need to stay hidden in this box?

 

  I slowly open the top, almost expecting sparks of pain to fly out, expecting my heart to clench, my throat to close, but none of this happens. It’s quiet and I feel my heart thump against my chest but its not tight or aching.

The scraps of paper lay inside in a jumbled mess and in no particular order. As I reach inside and begin the task to reshape the hurt and pain, to mold it into something new.

 

 

Reviews

[Jamie Fantasy]

You do an amazing job of capturing the little details. I love the way you make me feel what's going on and what it looks like. I really like the topic you chose and how chose to present it. We all have that first love that never really goes away in our hearts so I think this is a great one for people to relate to. Love it!