Burned up letters from long ago
Yellowed, stained and worn
Dust covered books with tattered pages
Records of vows that were sworn
Lovely dresses covered in lace
Now faded and weathered with time
Shoes that once matched
Now dusty and covered in grime
Photographs of family
Cracked on the floor
Memories forgotten,
Lost to a time before
Ghosts walk the halls, dragging their chains
Still anchored to this plastic life
Nothing of substance left to show
For this....or the afterlife
Be not chained to this world
By substance or fame
That isn't why you were born
Hold on to your soul
With all that you do
And let it not become worn
By the world around or demons within
They will keep you chained here for good
Open your heart and instead spend your love
Freely as you walk the earth
Then when you move on, you will not be
Chained to your possessions of this world.

April 26, 2016