treasure chest

LiterateLesbian

Open me up and what do you see?

Do you see a brown box with a key?

Will you take the key and open it up?

Do you see that there’s not much to be took?

It’s not filled with coins and gold,

Or with anything that you can boast,

There’s little cobwebs in the ridges,

They are from my burnt down bridges.

 

Look on the bottom and what do you see?

Can you see little that remains of me?

Will you take my hand and pull me up?

Dust me down, how do I look?

I’m not wearing the biggest of grins,

And my clothes may need to go in the bin,

There’s little scars upon my skin,

From all of what I call my sins.

 

Lift me out and what can I be?

Can you see a future coming from me?

Will you mend my breaks and sew me up?

Shake my head and give me tough love?

There’s not much that I can offer,

And I will say my life could get tougher,

Will you stay for the ride and

Love me unconditionally until we die?

 

You found a box upon a dusty shelf,

You opened it up and found little left.

You did not cry nor look distressed,

That you found an item so depressed.

Instead you took all that you found,

And you changed the frown upside down,

You helped to make those remains grow,

So that there’s now a story to be told.

  • Author: LiterateLesbian (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 4th, 2018 05:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: hello readers, not sure if there's anyone checking on this post anymore. I havent written in a while, ive been going through my own crazy rollercoaster as usual and i know i should write to help vent but i havent found any of the words to say. I recently lost my grandad and my nanna is in hospital for dementia, ive lost my job and im currently unemployed, my parents have basically stopped speaking to me and giving me the silent treatment due to my job, so my lifes pretty much on the bones of its arse. So i have written this poem to try and vent my feelings. I feel worthless most of the time, finding it hard to get out of bed. But i do have my girlfriend who has put me up make sure im fed and washed and smiling. She has literally always been there for me and she always seems to mend me when im broken. so this is an appreciation post to her. She has literally found me when ive been nothing and helped me to become something amazing. she technically made me come back and write a poem, i wanted to draw but i cant find the energy to do that today. she recently posted her own poem on here and here i am, back to post a poem because she has enlightened that literate part of my brain. I hope you like riding through my mind whilst reading my poems. enjoy.
  • Category: Love
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Comments2

  • sylviasearcher

    A beautiful acknowledgement of a treasured person

  • Quemis

    This is simple, honest and perfect. Hopeful even.

    This is great.



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