I have a tattered shoe box
Filled with notes I shouldn’t keep
Addressed to names I was called
But forbidden to repeat.
There’s a bundle of sticks
Bound up in rubber bands,
A small bag of stones
And tiny fractured chicken bones.
Why did I hold onto this trash
That weaponized internal wars?
Perhaps to keep due evidence
Of what created these scabs and scars.
This shoe box is tired now
With mementos I must spurn.
To be pleased in the present
This box I must burn.
I have more poems. Perhaps you will like this one.
Published by TheOtherKLM
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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