The Lockbox, a poem by Leigh Cuthbert at Spillwords.com

The Lockbox

The Lockbox

written by: Leigh Cuthbert

 

Inner thoughts kept safe
inside a lockbox in my mind—
too personal to share,
so I bear the weight myself.
A collection of misery
only known to me.

The key, as old as I am:
small in size,
but vast in importance—
light to hold,
but heavy to carry.

I cannot bring myself to throw it away.
I need it.
I want to relive past trauma,
to remind myself
that it does get better—
those darkest days
when living felt like death.

A diary journaling only pain,
each page a scar
in need of healing.

Like the farmer,
ploughing his fields each year,
hope in his heart,
dreams in his head:
This year will be better than the last…
It has to be.

Planted in soil,
rich with love
and prayers for help
from those above.

My box is mine.
I store for me.
Each look inside,
every turn of the key,
brings me closer
to a new harvest—
better than the last.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Sometimes our heaviest thoughts are locked away, carried quietly inside us. But every turn of the key—no matter how small—brings us closer to healing.

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