Stuck in the Past

Tugging on the drawer, it fights against me,

a stubborn reminder of what used to be.

Inside lies the clutter, the pieces I hide,

a splintered collection, where memories abide.

Each pull is a struggle, a confrontation with fate,

dust gathers like shadows, a past that won’t wait.

I find faded letters, remnants of pain,

why do I keep this, this fear in the grain?

With each stuck moment, I wrestle the truth,

a battle with fragments of lost, fragile youth.

But still I persist, as I pry with my heart,

looking for freedom in the things that I start.