My life in storage

Packing up my life
into yet another
storage unit.
Although I
do not like this
part,
I am happy.
Happy to the core.
Calm
happy
and really not
needing anything.
As I stack the
boxes you
have to decide
what stays with you
and what gets
tucked away.
I look at my
sewing machine
and I think
about when
I taught
myself to
sew. I had
a room that
had fabric
buttons
thread and
possibilities.
I made skirts
bags
hats
and was learning
to make tops.
I would
open up the
windows
and let the air
flow
through,
listening
to music.
The machine would
guide me.
All the pain
the disappointment
the failure
would drift
away.
I would
create
and get
to know
who I
was.
Not who
I used
to be.
Right
now I know
who I am.
So My
things in storage
makes sense.
I don't
need these things
to escape.
all I need
is to know
myself.
And that
got unpacked
years ago.
It wont
go back
in a box
ever again.
My things
will be in
storage
but never
my life.
never
again.