✨ Things ✨

I remember some of the first times

My mother tried to leave.

I filled the back seat of our old car

With every toy I owned

And she yelled at me for taking them.

She couldn't understand

That in the absence of peace and love

Things were all I held dear.

I still hold onto some of the things

Like life depends on it

Because the absence of peace and love

Leaves wounds that need to be

Filled with things, memories and their scents.