Who we once were

Broken pieces of our shattered lives

Are packed away and forgotten

Like unwanted items in the attic

Hidden inside a box

That holds the crushed dreams

And un-kept promises

Of more hopeful times

Near the torn bag of trust

And the other miscellaneous emotions

Which once held meaning in our lives

How convenient to hideaway

Our mistakes and bad choices

Or to stow away the things

That once gave us joy

But now only collect dust on a shelf

We live by the rule

out of sight out of mind

More willing to discard than retain

Easier to forget than to feel pain

Only to one day realize

There is no more room

To store those unwanted memories

And we are force to go through them

And remind ourselves

Of who we once were.