Tuesday, March 6, 2012


I am downsizing
cleaning out an old storage unit
where old memories lie in wait
like ghosts locked in a crypt
Ghosts of my past lives hover
having been loosed by my rummaging
None offer any consolation
for the roads not taken
the houses abandoned
They simply linger beside me
I feel their spidery fingers on my spine
I plead with them to let me carry on
I'm sending them to their final resting place
through the jaws of a paper shredder
set on fine.

1 comment:

  1. I think that shredder would be a good place to let go of ghosts and not so good memories ~