Yardsale – A poem


The sherpa tuque I made myself
The year after my daughter was born.
The sunglasses, genuine rose crystal, never fit right.
I got them as an after
To protect my vision.
The skis were new
Barely used.
Fragments of me
On display over a crisp white sheet
Of snow.
It's unlikely
But perhaps someone will find a thing
Or two
From my wreck
worth keeping.

I wrote Yardsale back in the 2010s when things were not going so well in my life. It was a long dark midnight which I had to persevere. While it was terribly painful and I would never choose to go back to that time, it did teach me that I can persevere… So can you.

If you enjoyed this, check out my poem The Lovers or my short story Rewrites.

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