My trunk

Our Project 137 assignment was to write about the trunk we carry around. What’s in it? What makes it so heavy? How could we lighten it?  I wrote this longhand in one swell foop.

059My trunk. Dare I lift the lid? It’s filled with guilt bars; laden with lead weights of regret. Shoulda. Coulda. Woulda. What use are they? That I should tuck them in so snugly? Oh, the weight would sink a battleship and yet somehow I lug it singlehandedly. My burden alone.


I stagger—I am resolute. I soldier on. Is it my punishment you wonder? Perhaps. The bittersweet of ill-advised choices? Still—lift the lid so you may peek? A single crack of filtered sunlight to expose dark corners. To illuminate only emptiness.

This entry was written by Laura and published on September 30, 2014 at 5:50 pm. It’s filed under Authenticity, Creativity, Laura, Lifeology, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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