Boxes

Boxes

 

I wonder how many boxes

it would take

to gently store away


the bittersweet memories


of our time together


each in its own snug
, hurt-proof compartment

and 
they would never again
 consume my days and nights

you’ve learned to do

that trick amazingly well

box away the secret life we share

that otherwise would take

harsh accountability and

explanation but instead

just call it the past and

it no longer seems to matter

no longer carries the

weight of live emotions and

no one can demand that

you stand and deliver

Oh that you say

done and boxed

it was wonderful

but that was then

and this is now

just move on

there are moments when

I wish it were my way

to fill those boxes with what matters

and stuff them into

some internal storage unit

locking doors to memories

which haunt me and

force me to feel raw

I guess that’s why there’s

both chocolate and vanilla

choices to make

neither right nor wrong

yet uniquely mine

and so I’ll not collect boxes

to store away my memories

snug in hurt-proof compartments

where they will never

impact my days and nights

and in the end

I will heal without regret

 

4/29/15

Reviews

[Suzy Hazelwood]

I like the idea of storing all those hurts in boxes,very interesting! But maybe so we could choose to look at them and feel them for a limited and convenient time. I find hurts often spill over and make me feel when I least want to feel it - uncomfortable!

[Miss Sharon]

Wonderful! If only it were easier to really DO this Rubie. I not only store the hurts in boxes, from time to time I seem to derive pleasure from opening them and reliving the pain. I wonder why I do that? This is a poignant poem with a timely message my dear. ~Sharon

[rubie]

I think we all do this, Sharon. We involuntarily visits those hurts and mistakes we made along the way. I like to think they make us wiser, but the irony is that we often make the same mistakes over and over again on our search for the perfect love.

[Miss Sharon]

This is so true my friend! ~Sharon

[....................]

If we box away all those memories what would we have to remind ourselves of where we came from and what it has taken for us to get to where we are? If we do that we leave ourselves open to regret. We need to be held accountable for all the choices we make in life and hiding any of it detracts from who we are. Yes, your words are spot-on:

and so I’ll not collect boxes
to store away my memories
snug in hurt-proof compartments
where they will never
impact my days and nights
and in the end
I will heal without regret

Better it is to live fully than to live partially... a wonderful write, my friend.

[rubie]

Your review has added so much depth to my piece. Thank you for your kind review!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

in the end there will be no regrets...so many will judge and say what is right or wrong what is moral or immoral...but the memories stored in those boxes have their own kind of magic that transcends right or wrong...it is the conscience of feeling...and have been able to feel...even if life fenced us in...we found those spots where we could slip to the other side and live.

[rubie]

another amazingly insightful review...thank you, my friend.

[KanaDream]

I like how it starts out with the wish to deny everything and trap it away never to be seen again then ends with a understanding that it is impossible to undo what has been done and destroy the past so you've decided to heal and move on. It's well done and easy to relate to many situations. Keep Dreaming ^^

[rubie]

Thank you so much for taking the time to stop by and read my work, and for your terrific review! :)

[~]

Being one of the few people that enjoys packing, this poem just resonated more than one level with me. I really liked the honesty and sincerity of it.
The last line is just perfect -- healing without regret. Isn't that what we all want?

[rubie]

Indeed it is.....

So often wished for, yet so seldom seen...

Thank you for your review!