XIII: Death

Each box in my home overflows
with stories.
Each book; a history.
Each piece of cloth; memories.

But more, more than what has been,
each belonging
holds the possibilities
of longing.
And to let it go is heartbreak.

My home is built of longings,
wishes, dreams.
My life is built of the future;
what could become.
So whatever could be scarier
than letting go?

~ Autumn Equinox 2017

from the collection Showing My Hand