Cardboard

This sadness was a part of me which I put away in a cardboard box underneath my bed. Some days I peek trough the frayed flaps that hold everything I once used to feel, – that I once used to be. I can’t help to keep it cause it made me to who I am now, sitting next to box, empowered to keep the sadness from overruling days, – my life. 
– they don’t have to now where you came from, you don’t have to show them the valley you grew up in, it wasn’t pretty at all