Freeverse 319

5/7/20

sometimes I lift my soul
then stop
like an easily discouraged worker
staring at boxes weighing tons
awkwardly shaped
hard to hold
these everyday boxes
very plain boxes
I see in the mirror
still and shut for now
until I find a mover

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