I am told to ignore the negativity
This too will pass one would say.
Years now spent re-examining the self
putting back together the pieces of the soul that ricocheted and shattered on the kitchen floor.
All the creativity not only tucked away and hidden but repurposed for selfish tendencies. Heirlooms broiled greasy residue that has a stench of control.
Floral painted dishes no longer hold treats to be devoured instead collect dust of what could of been.
Bins of unfinished feelings get stacked and forgotten.
The refuge that allows for deep breaths and calming eye candy of threads now a storage unit for unloved materials and materialism.
All I have left is the drawers of my mentality and big little big little boxes of integrity.
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