for every time you felt disdain;
you wrote it down,
boxed it up,
put it away.
How many boxes would you have?
Would you forget in time?
Throw them away when the right time came?
What if the boxes were so vast
they blocked the view of the sunlight
coming through your window panes?
What if they started to mingle
with the boxes of good memories?
Making it impossible to ever see
any situation in a positive light.
Sometimes, you've just got to sit down,
sort through the things that hinder you,
and empty out your full house.
