Poetry of the Soul

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray

Buried May 1, 2011

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 8:31 pm

What is kept in your attic?
Wonder about personal
history is asleep in boxes.
Dust piled up on taped over
openings, closed against prying
children, all grown up.
After death comes spring cleaning
all the secrets bandaged in bubble wrap.
When piecing together a life
where better to start than dark corners?

(c) Lauren Otheim – 2011


4 Responses to “Buried”

  1. Curtis Says:

    Where there is light, there is also darkness.

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