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Cleaning up

I cleaned my room today,
Never again,
As Mother Owl watched over me.

One by one I emptied the cupboards,
And part by part I became less.
Before long I sat,
Beholding my past,
But I was no one.

Report Cards.
Trophies.
Textbooks.
Diaries.

No one, watching a boy,
Grow in front of his eyes.
Piece by Piece,
One by One,
Like a Jigsaw Puzzle,
Putting another’s life together.

“Clear it up” she hooted,
“And build it all anew.”

A chest,
Of memories.
A Hero,
For the Dark.
A book,
Of dreams.
A letter,
For a Heart.

I packed it all up,
And threw it all away.
‘Cuz when the past ain’t around,
The future’s here to stay.

– Arnesh.K