Processing with Poetry

Below is a poem I wrote after trying to process a long work week. I wanted to articulate the growth that is able to happen when we let go. This act of letting go and the process of naming, sealing, and choosing to release our worries creates the space for fertile ground.

Now if I'm honest, tomorrow I'm sure I'll write a poem tomorrow about digging back up the box of my worries, because I'm human and tend to not let these things go for long. But for now, it's still today. I'll find joy in the fact that for now, I'm relinquishing my worries.

Warmly,

Audrey

my moss covered box.

they say to picture your worries

and lock them away

in a container

of whatever you say.

well, mine is a box, covered in moss.

its' texture and color vary:

thick and fuzzy,

soft and green,

wiry and wispy,

grayish yet clean.

Inside my moss covered box

goes the worries of the day:

things left undone, unsaid, or uncovered,

inside my box I'll lay.

And then I'll seal this box,

bury this box, and watch this box

Decay. break down.

let the worms swallow you whole.

And become fertile soil

for the growth of my soul.