i found so many things under the stairs

boxes of my potential


boxes of my procrastination


boxes of all the threads i have stitched and unraveled

                                                                                        stitched
                                                                                                    and
                                                                                                         unraveled
                                              

    sure
     determined
      i tied all the knots



  frustrated
        less than
         I cut them all out



these threads bind me

  but to who?


a carefully packed self

under the stairs


each  time
         i arrive
            the boxes open  
                   the boxes remain
                         i will leave them when i go

these threads bind me
to the
questioning