My life has been so scattered
With too many opened boxes
Which one do I take care of next
Each one hurts
but in a different way
Pain pills don’t take away
all the pain
Try forgiveness
The pain is still there
Keeping me from the joy in life
Those scattered boxes
Some closed tight
Some half empty
Empty, at least one
To be refilled with JOY,
despite
the crap once stored inside
My heart is open
positive possibilities
the box of real life
