Unopened
My grief sits unopened
In a box with the rest of my childhood things
And every time I pull at the yellow satin strings
I'm reminded of why my grief sits unopened
I cannot explain why I wash away the weights in the palms of my empty hands
Or why the clear water sinks down the drain, swirling along with the hazy pain
I create a clean slate
And in the next room, my grief sits unopened
She wears the crown of a queen with my yellow satin strings
She asks me to play make believe
Because she can see why I should be good at it
And in the same room, my grief sits unopened
With my yellow satin strings, she turns to leave and waves
And all that remains are me and lain on the shelf, the box looking lonely
I cannot remember from where came the stains or how to stay sane when I don't know what I've lost, what I've gained
Because my grief sits unopened
People and memories are wiped away clean
So there's no need to scream, but the lid's on the floor
And my yellow satin strings aren't with me anymore, they're at home
Home.
Oh.
I'm reminded of why my grief sits unopened
Copyright © Autumn Solomon | Year Posted 2023
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