A Poem
The Box
I thought my life was normal; Then I saw what others had. It was not what I experienced; Mine was hurtful, neglectful, sad. I wrapped my past in a little box, And tied it with a bow. “Doesn’t it look so pretty?” I put it out for show. Someone tried to open it; I said, “No! It looks so nice! I don’t need to see those things; Knowledge isn’t worth the price.” I was sad, anxious, emotional, I couldn’t accept myself. The answer could be in the box, But I put it on a shelf. Sometimes I take down the box, And I shake it a little bit. I have an idea what’s there, Things that I won’t admit. If I would open this “gift” I wrapped, Will you hold my hand when I do? Can I throw out all it holds inside, And fill it with memories of you? Will it matter what we find inside? Will it change your opinion of me? This box for me has been a burden, But I think it can set me free.
Copyright © 2023 Brandon Ellrich
*Originally published on Medium
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Brandon Ellrich, Writer/Author/Poet 
Such a profound thought Brandon.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure
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This poem is a beautiful representation of the internal struggle that many people face with their past experiences and memories. It’s powerful to see the transformation from feeling ashamed and hiding the past, to seeking freedom and the courage to face it with the support of someone else. Your words convey the strength and vulnerability that comes with opening up and confronting the past, and the hope for a brighter future. Keep reaching out and finding the support you need to find healing and liberation.
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Thank you very much! I appreciate you reading and gleaning the significance of this poem.
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What a beautiful poem! I love the questions at the end, the plea to be present and to accept all the broken pieces locked away. It’s a gift to love someone for all of who they are—the mistakes of the past included. I hope everyone finds someone to unpack their boxes with in life.
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Thank you! Yes, it’s hard for some people to feel completely accepted when they carry around so much from their past.
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you!
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The precious box that holds the key to all secrets. Don’t we all have one! Lovely poem, Brandon
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Thank you! Yes, I think we all have a pretty little box on our shelves. Thanks for reading.
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You are welcome, Brandon. Have a nice weekend.
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Thank you, and you too!
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