2012-01-18T23:40:59-08:00January 18th, 2012|Musings on life|

The hoarder

She is so small
or perhaps she only looks small
crowded inside her mountain
of stuff

plastic bottles
egg cartons

a fire hazard
a risk to herself

they say she is crazy
trapped by piles of junk
by the indignities
of her life

can’t they see
she is only trying to insulate herself
from the onslaught
of memories that won’t fade
despite the promise
of old age

I want to hold her
inside her cocoon
of bedlam
and assure her
that one day
she will wake up
a butterfly.

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