BOXES

Everyone has their very own way,

They do what they do to survive,

Taken aback when I realised today,

The strategy that's got me through life.

I'd taken each hurt and I'd taken each pain,

I'd locked them so tightly away,

No need to look at them ever again,

For they belonged to yesterday.

Each memory had it's very own box,

I'd chosen to close the lid,

No need to ever look at the clock,

I hadn't realised that's what I did.

Whatever happened whatever unfolds,

I knew that I would be okay,

I always knew that whatever life holds,

The thoughts I would take far away.

I realised the way that I'd learned to cope,

Was denial in a form of its own,

I thought that because I always had hope,

Didn't realise the pain i'd postpone.

I don't mean that I would ever forget,

For my memory was quite intact,

It's like somehow I could disconnect,

The path from my head to my heart.

I learned that I had to open each box,

I learned that given some time,

I'd find the way to somehow unlock,

So my heart and my head could entwine.