Envisioning it much like that of a second haven for keepsakes.
Would she keep mementos of bad memories on her prized curio shelf?
Would she set them on this shelf for everyone to see?
Parading by them daily lined along this treasured shelf?
Each a stark reminder of where she had taken a fall?
No, and yet she had a penchant for keeping these inside the shelves
of her memory, storing them to be recalled like classic movie stubs,
happy photo-booth photos; these faded and should-be-gones.
A memento for every heart-eating event for which she’d fallen and cried.
These, the keepsakes not worth keeping, the memories better off leaving behind her.
Just as she should had not found these worthy of her physical shelf she vowed
to initiate a mind-sweeping and no longer allow these to occupy space
in the curio shelf that was her mind.
© 2013 DiAnne Ebejer