BOXES
There they sit
Unmoved, stilled
Yet fully filled
With recorded words
A journey of sorrow, grief
Great loss...my proverbial cross
Proof that I was me
I can't bear to open
The plastic lid
Peer inside the ocean
Where all the fish are the same
Swimming in a nice, neat row
Declaring, "She made it!
She's finally WHOLE!"
....WHOLE, with nowhere to go...and no one to be
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-02-2025
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