Boxes
Boxes piled high
Stacked so carefully
Yet so unsteadily
One touch and they tumble
The contents spill
I pick them up
Unhealthy state can't comprehend
I project
Can't put them away
Boxes are out of place
Memories scrambled
Trying to gather
Refill
Restock
But maybe
A change must be made
I will unpack the boxes
Put the memories on the shelf
To keep them safe
This poem is about:
Me