The closed box,
buried with painful memories,
under the floorboards of your mind.
You swore you would never open it.
For several years,
you soared through life unfeeling.
Ignored the numbness of denial.
Sorrounded yourself with lots of noise.
Parties every night.
Fun. Theatrical antics.
But in the moments you least expect,
creaky floorboards open and pain seeps out.
A raging temper.
Finally, on a day of great epiphany,
you open the box,
and address the pain.
You forgive, heal and move on.
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