the Big Picture

Gazing at the objects around me,
I shutter at the thought of ever parting.
Each piece treated reverently,
delicately nestled in its resting place.

​The vault opens.
Life's memories are stirred.
The walls fade into the distance,
as my life is played out on screen.

Scenes flash quickly.
Moments of love, laughter, and tears shed.
People and places that have touched my life in a special way.
A blanket of warmth envelops my body.

As it continues,
untapped emotions begin to surface.
I struggle with the feeling of letting my guard down.
A sense of helplessness and weakness drowns me.
Protection and shut down mode churn inside.

A new kind of strength is summoned.
The release of control.
I surrender to the moment.
The flood gate opens fully.
Freely the energy flows,
exposing the magic of the moment's rawness.

As the box is sealed,
I struggle to find just the right words for the label.
There are none.
The marker is laid to rest.
The box is left blank and added with the others.

Just before the curtain closes,
the last scene flashes on the screen.
To be continued...

​As the thoughts of my sequel take over,
I can't help but smile thinking of the journey ahead.

What I want out of life cannot be unpacked from a box and displayed on a shelf for all to admire. It is not about a collection of more "things" but rather that of a "simple life." One that is rich in experiences that stir and transform my spirit. For the truest of life's treasures are those special moments that touch your heart in a way that words cannot express.
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Want to read more poetry? You may enjoy reading Rise and Shine, The Tempest's Display, The Forgotten Ones, and The Key.