Small boxes, lovingly gathered over the years,
And, stored with great hopes for future shares,
Only to be dusted off of big upsets in the now and here.
What could have been done,
What she wanted to do,
What was done instead.
Fingers curling, then unfurling,
Ravelled by the weight of unspoken things.
Much mulling later, realization strikes her!
The boxed in cans of worms have festered all their fears,
She could hear the ramshackled emotions wringing out the last of their tears,
Trapped inside the boxes unwittingly, for no fault of theirs,
They were pleading their case, ‘hear, hear, liberation day is near’.
It’s easy enough to get trapped and cower,
Not so easy to let go,
But, exceedingly liberating to finally have the power
To stop, and, say, ‘No’.