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Sara Barrett Jan 11
Boxes became my constant companions,
each house a temporary heartbeat.
I built homes with one hand holding a child,
the other gripping resilience.
A glimpse into the life of a mother constantly on the move, where each new house represents both a fresh start and an ongoing struggle. This poem captures the emotional weight of packing up a life, balancing motherhood with the physical and mental toll of relocation. With resilience as her foundation, she rebuilds, transforming each temporary space into a home, one box at a time.
Zywa Sep 2024
I have packed my things

and I am very surprised --


that they are so few.
Novel "The Message to the Planet" (1989, Iris Murdoch), part Six

Collection "Unspoken"
Kagey Sage Dec 2013
Dear God we need to leave this town, friends!
Please don't let me abandon you all here
shivering in underemployment
The West is calling with a Daniel "BOOM,"
the South whispers in a mountain mama window pat
Other countries laugh at us,
but will we join their jeers,
show them we are not just circus bears?
Multi-national parasites,
we're too trivially divided to terminate
O God, how my leisure hours went,
so much faster than the work room's ones
without any vent
I complained and complained
to my friends and fam on the phone,
but the time just spiraled stagnant
like a slow spirit taking six thousand years to explore a too small habitat
I haven't got nearly so long.

— The End —