Now that I know
I’m not wanted anymore
it’s all I can do
not to take everything
down off the walls
roll tissue paper around
the things I’ve collected
pack the boxes
stack them one by one
take all the paintings
the pictures and the words
stack them together
tie the string on tight
sit in the rocking chair
on my patio I love
blow kisses to the air
wipe the tears
that dare to blur my sight
I’ve got my walking papers
and I don’t belong
I never stay
and I sure don’t go
where I’m not wanted
anymore
Just waiting for the door
to open wide
I’m already packed
in my mind
Pulled my boots on
when I heard the words
and these boots were made
for walking
I’m gonna walk away
from this place
but I’m taking all my things
every memory
each embrace
all those things
that won’t fit
inside any box
or tied with string
because they are carved
into the walls of my heart.
👣💗👣💗 Jeanna’ Mead
6 17 a.m. 2-11-18
Jeanna' Soul 