Who We Once Were

Broken pieces of our shattered lives Are packed away and forgotten Like unwanted items in the attic Hidden inside a box that Holds the crushed dreams And un-kept promises Of more hopeful times Near the torn bag of trust And the other miscellaneous emotions Which once held meaning in our lives How convenient to hideaway our mistakes and bad choices Or to stow away the things that once gave us joy, But now only collect dust on a shelf. We live by the rule out of sight out of mind, More willing to discard than retain, Easier to forget than to feel pain Only to one day realize There is no more room to store those unwanted memories And we are force to go through them And remind ourselves Of who we once were.