relics

i carry relics from my past.

i adorn myself with them like jewelry. each with their own origin story, their own beauty, their own reason for being. here.

sometimes they make me feel pretty. i wear them proudly, almost showing off. see how they sparkle? catch your eye? you approve.

other times, they make me feel heavy. weighted down. burdened. i want to unclasp them from around my neck and put them in a box. to be forgotten. for a spell. forever, maybe. just so i can feel lighter.

finally.