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Cardboard me

From: Self-reflections

By Mat BarnsleyPublished about a year ago 1 min read

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.

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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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