First Steps #WATTYS2016

Lost Letters

I found some old letters the other day,

In a dark corner at the back of my mind.

Having forgotten all about them,

I picked them up and,

Dusting them off,

Noticed they formed words that were never spoken.

Some from heated arguments,

The words forming as the anger rose inside of me,

Sent to this corner when I decided,

For some reason or another,

Not to use them.

Some from moments where any words would have fit,

Would have fixed whatever was broken,

But the courage sat in the adjacent corner,

Covered in even more dust than the letters themselves,

Explains why they were never opened.

Some letters look older than others,

Some from when I was younger,

Some from only recently,

But the mind quickly forms dust,

Letters of love, letters of trust,

I must recognise that unused letters are not the same as thoughts not thought,

That they stay in these dark corners until we find them again on days like today,

Where the darkened corner isn't so much darker than the rest of the room.

Unused letters can't be recycled,

Can't be forgotten,

They must be reused.

Whether good or bad,

These letters were forming words for a reason

And if you choose to write on a notepad,

Rather than speak the words,

That's okay.

What's more important is that you flick the switch,

Because, yeah, maybe Aunty Susan was acting like a b***h

And maybe you wish your parents never got hitched,

Or that you weren't always the one who got ditched,

But what's the use in making a wish?

Wishes end up in another dark corner I'm yet to find.