Saturday 15 October 2011

Clearout

I have been meaning to throw away possessions
which I can no longer find a use for
but as they touch my skin
and my lungs breathe them in
I’m reminded of what left such strong impressions;
they suddenly feel essential once more.

So I cling to them tightly and never let go,
knowing deep down they are not what I need
but my stubborn fear
is what keeps them near
and rational thoughts tell me they drag me down, although
my reason is something I’ll never heed…

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