Boxes stacked on the top shelf of my dank emotional closet:
Son with PDD-NOS, ADHD and no true friends
Daughter who feels and dresses more like a boy and has no true friends
Mom fading from Alzheimer's and living with me
No other supportive family
Friend in a coma- and with that an over-whelming amount of responsibility and time required of me (medical and financial power of attorney)
Home in disrepair
One box
Some days, I can consider the surface contents of one box
During moments spent crouching on the closet floor I wonder why that shelf is so full
Most of all, I fear an earthquake raining the contents and suffocating me
Close the door
I can't consider the boxes
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You are such an amzing person. I hope you can clean out your closet soon. Hang Tough. Be Strong. Have a good cry now and then too.
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