Cat in a box
“In the clutter and clatter
Of old clanking things
I stumbled upon
Battered boxes dusty
From their own decay
I couldn’t help myself
From pulling them open to discover
Lost memories hidden away
In dirty depths were
The pages of twenty-two
Years past, and they unfolded a path
Taking me back
Down treacherous road
Full of broken glass and strange fluid
Certainly destructive with one single touch
And as words violently
Reckless wrestled in front of me
I felt a shutter of fear
Run right through me
As I saw the young girl so lovely, but lost
She was fragile like butterfly wings and subtly cross
It scared me, she frightened me
Just seeing her face
So I closed that box with its disintegrating flaps
Pushed it away
Now as I sit here
With dirty box at side
I am warmed with a fire that burns inside
That the young girl with her sullen eyes,
She strengthened her wings and let herself fly
So this dusty container is all that is left
Of a past life, its karma met
And completed,
moved on to other things.” – Megan Marie Seaman
Mermaid Verse 