Treasure Chest

a Box
of knicks n’ things
with a knack
to have just what I need
just in time to come in handy
aged in years
repaired and repainted
but still faded in the same corners

it’s My Box
to hide away
in pieces unimportant
to the world
memories tied
to string and medal
feathers photos and
yellow journal paper
letters to people long passed by
and numbers to others
just letting themselves in

That’s My Box
you can’t peek
without permission
or they might find what
those crafted jumbles hide
a puzzle piece reflection
not quite broken
an unfinished art selection
that shouldn’t be signed
until I’m done building me