The Woman in the Attic
They are tucked away like dusty
boxes, forgotten in a steep-roofed
attic or a basement where cobwebs
collect and weave small shrouds.
The memories, scattered back
through nearly five decades,
plenty I'd like to keep hidden,
forgotten, exorcised as one would
get rid of bothersome ghosts.
I wonder if it's a disorder, this
hoarding of what I want rid of. But
without the past where would I be?
Adrift in an eternal present with
no ballast to keep me from
becoming someone else entirely.
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