In A Shoebox Under My Bed
In A Shoebox Under My Bed
1.) Shoebox
I found a wealth of hidden emotions
in shoeboxes underneath my mattress
so many I’ve found I fathom a guess
nows not the time for romantic notions.
A little extra anger in the box
a motivation I try to control
before my rage will ask me for its toll
of memories of all of life’s hard knocks.
Uncomfortable feelings I saved near me
when action called for reason not to sigh
I gently place my teardrops somewhere safe
under an Evening Star I’ll set them free
to pull a sadness from my box and cry
or an old irritant that is bound to chafe.
2.) Hidden Emotions
Some save their coins in similar places
instead of going to a local bank
for fear of loss when industry could tank
or pictures of familiar faces.
Under my bed hide these little lost smiles
from times when I would find each hidden joy
in backyards playing with my new found toy
now packaged in this box with other files.
A savings for when life has made me numb
each second passed with a certain dread
that every moment brings another loss.
When words have sailed away and left me dumb
and visions of my death have filled my head
so fixed on hiding behind shiny gloss.
3.) In This Shoebox
This box under my bed is almost full
of times when I held each child in my arms
or when I lavished in your childish charms
with doe like eyes upon my sleeve you pull.
Or hidden in a box of sadness and grief
the unnameable ones hidden away
on dusty corners for a lengthy stay
in box to create illusion its brief.
As if the push of box under the bed
is all the action that I need to do
to find the energy to gently wake.
What will be left when all my words are said,
to know this place when feeling kind of blue
or suffering from a deeper heartache.
3.) Repetitions
I found a wealth of hidden emotions
in shoe boxes underneath my mattress
so many I found I fathom a guess
nows not the time for romantic notions.
Some save their coins in similar places
instead of going to a local bank
for fear of loss when industry could tank
or pictures of familiar faces.
As if this push of box under the bed
is all the action that I need to do
to find the energy to gently wake.
On days when it is hard to push ahead
when repetition becomes my go to
I box these feelings for my feelings sake.
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Most creative and imaginative poetry. There are times I push away unwanted emotions or feelings and it seems to get harder as time goes by.
Thank you Rasma it does get harder as time goes by. I am grateful for poetry. Poetry is always there and always accepts. Jamie
Poetry is a good way to express those feelings. You are in my prayers for healing, Jamie. Well done on this emotive piece. Take care.