Boxes

You can hide if you want to
They said,
Temptingly.
No need to empty those boxes.
They’ve been shut up for ages,
Collecting dust,
Heavy with their contents,
But safe,
In a corner.
A corner of her mind.
But she knew
That if she didn’t open them
Their contents would never be set free,
Could never be catalogued
And organised,
Neither put in height,
Nor colour order,
They’d just sit there,
Gathering dust,
Waiting for the moment
When their confines became too much
And they were not boxes any more
But monsters.
Monsters in her mind.
So she chose not to hide.
It was hard.

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