My life is kept in boxes

My life is kept in books

My life is printed and written down

in all the crannies and the nooks

You can watch me grow up

over and over in each years picture

smiling ear to ear

in the yearbooks scripture

but thats just a snapshot of me

taken at a posed moment in time

thats just a snapshot of me

that was quickly left behind

it doesnt show the memories

I have of halls and lockers

it doesnt show the memories

of watching my brothers soccer

it doesnt show the struggle

of being “the imaginary friend girl”

it doesnt show the awkwardness

of hair that when cut began to curl

it doesnt show the pain

of watching a friend begin to cut

her parents had just divorced

and she wanted to give up

it doesnt show the fear

i had those long nights

when friends would call wanting to end it

in the middle of the night

it doesnt show the fun

of passing around a notebook

writing a story pretending to be characters

from our favorite in class book

it doesnt show the joy

of graduating just fine

or of Warhammer meetings after school

or of getting to the bus on time

But now my life is kept in boxes

And my life is kept in books

Filling cardboard to the brim and hiding it

in the crannies and the nooks

Inside is my school work

My drawings and my poems

Inside is my graduation invites

And the yearbooks I keep at home.

My life is kept in boxes

My life is kept in books.

I plan to keep filling out

The crannies and the nooks.

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