Moments in Time
Within and around,
it is all right here -
all my memories in boxes,
each one holding pieces of the past.
Some hold happy times,
wrapped in ribbons of joy,
others carry sad regrets,
tied up with rusty chains,
whispering forgotten stories.
Good or bad,
together they show my life,
some cracked open, sharing laughter,
others sealed with hidden tears.
Bright boxes full of color and light,
remind me of happy days,
dark ones filled with quiet and loneliness,
of sad moonless nights.
Faded labels tell their stories:
‘Handle with Care — Love Inside’,
or stark with warning:
‘Do Not Open — Painful Rejections’.
Fragile like dreams,
heavy with secrets and unspoken words,
each box, a fragment of memory,
a silent emotion in my heart.
In this room of recollection,
past and present mix,
each box a piece of my past,
in the story of a soul.
Filled with scents of spring long gone,
cold as forgotten winters,
they stand as proof of life’s journey,
in this quiet room where echoes linger.
Here, within and around,
in the infinite museum of the soul,
the boxes sit,
keepers of the spectrum of past.
