Moving

Moving

Boxes

Empty and ready

To store all the wishes

and dreams

and Promises

And Pain

I will put it all in boxes

So I can put away the pain.

The walls weren't thick enough to keep out

an Act of Evil

Because evil can slide under and over and even

go straight through

Physical barriers

Negative energy can smother love

It can drown even the best swimmer

It can choke the widest river

I must put it all in boxes.

And allow what is

to just be

and start over

With nothing

Exept a wounded heart

and a wee little bit of faith

Faith That the seeds I planted,

Seeds of truth

Will germinate

And sooner, rather than later,

Something will grow

In this pile of shit

That I am standing in.