Poetry Time

Elise Brooke - for those of you who are not already aware - contributes to this blog on a monthly basis.

Look for her helpful articles and thoughtful poetry just before the end of each month.

That was my piece

I have packed all the boxes

the last of what is left

labelled “your stuff.”

It won’t be long now

and I’ll be gone.

Your very own cake

was not good enough,

you had to take my slice too.

Like the toothpick

you used to clean your teeth

of the evidence,

my heart has snapped.

“My stuff,”

the mere possessions

left over for me,

I squash them into a box,

as you have tried with me.

The neatly folded bicycle

and all that remains of you,

I do not want any of it!

All memories

and reminders of you

must wash away

as I stand in the flood waters

of my brokenness

May it wash me clean.

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