My things are placed
around the room:
A small bookcase,
treasures containing
Poetic words, colorful
threads, and dramatized lives.
On top of the case
rests family photos and
Animals held
dear to my heart.
A mirror that sits
on a storage box,
Its random contents
holding the looking glass
In place. A fan
too big for the closet
Sits next to my dresser.
Photos of my mother,
Cousins and godmother
are visible, loving
Symbols of light
during my darkest days.
My walls are bare for now,
waiting for memories
To be framed and treasured,
waiting for new
Stories to be told.
12/6/2012
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