Written byCarol J Forrester
I’ve been decluttering my heart recently,
prising open the hidden parts I’d forgotten existed.
But inside there are facesI don’t want to look at again. Over
years they have changed, lost any softness they once held, become
darker, gaunter,crueler now the games have stopped.They are the ones
I couldn’t let go of. Tucked away in secret spaces, their claws dug in too deep
for me to do anything but move them around like knick-knacks,from the
window, to the dresser, to the cupboard under the stairs. They have
gathered dust but never left. Now when I look, I see they have
shrunk in size and their talons don’t hold the same grip.
They are easier to peel away, like plasters left on
past a scar healing.They simply fall
off, used and worn out.