You know I'll always
Be hanging on,
Paused, on hold,
Waiting for you
As you come and go;
Free, wild, a wanderer.
When you're done
With adventure,
And you're ready
To hang up irresponsibility,
Shelve selfishness,
I'll be the one you
Can always come home to.
Until then I'll keep myself
Safe, in my packaging,
Good as nearly-new,
My heart stored in a jar,
On a high shelf,
Where eager hands and hearts,
Can't reach, disturb my sleep.
Put myself to the back
Of the closet,
For a rainy day,
Just waiting, faded,
For you to come back,
Dust me down, light me up,
Make me useful again.
#augustwriteaday catch up!
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