I wrote this poem over a year ago, but the feelings and ideas it brings up are so very relevant for what is happening now. I’m currently going through all my possessions and trying to decide what I should keep, what I can sell, and what I should part with. I’ve never considered myself materialistic, but I’ve been very surprised with how difficult it is to separate myself from my possessions.
I look at the walls
Posters, pictures, plaques
Trophies, paintings, and racks
What does it all mean, what does it represent
Is something giving it a worthy presence
What’s honor, what’s pride
What represents what hides inside
Is it all who am or what I want to be
What I wish for or what I want people to see
Is it me
Twilight poster of a celebrity crush
Basketball player going in for a dunk
Packer ticket from last December
Best cc times freshman year
Mountains of clothes everywhere
With 4 other girls I’d have enough to share
When some people in the world don’t have one shirt to spare
A dresser, a desk, a shelf, a bed
Pens, paper, pencils and led
A pillow, quilt my grandma made
Laptop, clock, and picture frame
All this stuff that I call mine
Whats its value at the end of time?
