Behind the jackets 
amongst the socks
between the T shirts
there sits a box

bagged in plastic
in cardboard bound
secured by elastic 
without sound

the box of letters 
still unopened by me
emotional fetters
too strong to see

This week’s prompt for we poets comes from Kim. We have been asked to write an autobiographical poem of three stanzas about a box. I have written on this before - my mother’s letters remain unread. Interestingly, I got very close to opening them just this week. The prompt was timely. Maybe next time I will have a different story to tell about the box. See the prompt here: dVerse.