A dusty old box
In the depths of your closet
Alongside the forgotten
Is now brought back into light
Hands start nervously shaking
You open it once again
Dust
slowly
fall
to
your
sides
A journal
Pages brown from the time passed
Flipping each page after page
Reminiscing the pa—schwip
A cut forms on your finger
Stinging ever so slightly
Only to realize pain
Had been present all along
Resurfacing
Reliving pictures of home
Fake smiles and faded colors
No trust in one another
Snapshots of a “family”
Bruises only you can see
Only God knows what courage
It takes to retrieve what has
Been hidden away from
Yourself
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
A dusty old box
In the depths of your closet
Alongside the forgotten
Is now brought back into light
Hands start nervously shaking
You open it once again
Dust
slowly
fall
to
your
sides
A journal
Pages brown from the time passed
Flipping each page after page
Reminiscing the pa—schwip
A cut forms on your finger
Stinging ever so slightly
Only to realize pain
Had been present all along
Resurfacing
Reliving pictures of home
Fake smiles and faded colors
No trust in one another
Snapshots of a “family”
Bruises only you can see
Only God knows what courage
It takes to retrieve what has
Been hidden away from
Yourself
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