NaPoWriMo 25/30 [2]

Catching up with NaPoWriMo once again! Today’s prompt:

write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.

Strung together, a weakness,
Hanging on the walls like desperate
Fairy Lights trying to keep the illusion alive
I preserved in little cardboard shoeboxes
The dying freshness of our days young

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But little spaces, though intimate
And filled with stories to share,
Leave very little scope for growth
And with that, I burned them all,
Watched turning into embers
The silent shards of all the songs we sung.

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