
How insignificant my life seems,
When packed away in boxes,
Sealed closed by plastic streams—
My life boiled down to a synopsis.
All the objects of my history
Are now hidden out of sight;
Piles of cardboard filled with me,
Things which show my life.
Broken things for the memories,
Gifts from near and far;
Childhood toys & curiosities—
All perfect, though some are marred.
A wall of cardboard memories,
The very essence of me,
Beckons me to adventure…
I wonder what it will be.
About the Creator
Mat Barnsley
I strive to make sense of the world through writing. I break it apart, twist it, and bend it until it reflects new light. I invite you to see the world cast through my written stained-glass windows.




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