Box On the Shelf

This poem is inspired by recent events and the wisdom my daughter shared in dealing with them.

High up on a shelf lies a box
Within lay all the living pain
Right alongside all the good times
That brothers in spirit can share.

Several colors and shapes strewn about
Polygonal dice and artfully rendered cards
from games played well into the night
and the designs of ancients worlds

So too are the remains of broken hearts
And of Old family memorabilia
Pictures of mothers, sisters, and fathers
Thrown in with old costumes and props

And like Pandora’s box it holds so much more
including the guns, pills, and ropes
representing dark suicidal ideation
from an era that seemed impossible

I’ll open the box again one day
But for now the friendship is over
and the trials and tribulations
have overcome us once and for all.


About ninefolddragon

I am a self-proclaimed writer, spiritualist, and warrior. My primary writings are poetry and essays that evoke elemental visualization and are written in honor of the sacred feminine.
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4 Responses to Box On the Shelf

  1. jennavive72 says:

    This poem made me tear… 😥 So sad, the lost memories that a box can contain.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Singledust says:

    I knew of such a box once upon a time. your words flow so effortlessly. Beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

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