I looked at a slide show of
Ghost towns
Nature taking over what was once
Inhabitable

I look at my debt and think how
Similar to the ghost towns
Falling behind before getting ahead
The illusion of foliage

Foliage that later leave
Branches bare
Debt will eventually fall like
Leaves

It is the memory of my past
Over run by what is now
Taken over by the tides of
An other's wants

They are hidden away
Parts of me
I have decided to co-mingle my
Past with my present

As is paying down debt
I take a relic of my past
I handle it, it is very real
It has a texture, a feeling

I introduce my past with my present
I hope they get along
They seem to
They seem to go together

Sometimes it hurts
To remember why
Things are empty or
The beast in the picture is no longer here

The beast whose collar or bridal
Hangs from a hook
Rather than harnessing
The energy of a companion

These things do not belong in boxes
Or
Hidden from view as if a mistake
But deserve honor for serving

Serving me well
These tokens hang surrounded
By flowers
By my desk
By me and my thoughts
Repaying a debt in writing