The Drawer

Cleaning one drawer
Is such a big task
It such a small drawer
But I dread it
Don't ask

It's has old pictures and notes
It has a book of my favorite quotes
It held some thoughts of the past
It even had a flower that I never thought would last

I wanted to clean up cause I needed the space
But opening this drawer and looking deep inside
It seemed like a maze
In which I wanted to hide

This is my past with all the pain and joy
This is my past that I locked in here for me it's no toy
I travelled through the maze
Reliving my stories
Some still hurt
Some made me feel sorry

Regretting the things I didn't do or say
Wondering how would it have been had I chosen a different way
Missing some people and some old days
Wondering what would we say when we meet one day

Took me hours and I can't throw a thing
It's my past how can I let go
What about my future I started to think
No place in here not even for the pictures I draw

Should I throw it all with the bad and the nice
What would be the price?

The drawer started falling and making some cracking noises
"Throw them away my dear, I can no longer hold all this"
But drawer where would I be, this is me you are holding in here
"Start everyday with a new memory, you are stuck in here and I want to set you free,
You are holding too tight to them dear
Making no space to enjoy anything far or near"

I thought about it for a while
And looked at the big pile
I had to throw it all away.

Since then, I have been cleaning the drawer daily
But I keep it empty
Everyday brings to me some darkness and some sunshine
And everyday I start fresh, trying new ways that make this journey mine