Drawers

There’s so much history in my head

And sometimes it threatens to break free

So I banish thought and things into

A place that’s filled with me.

Journals and notebooks are stacked in it

It’s filled with words to the brim,

The dark corners house old letters,

Trinkets and knickknacks bought on a whim.

There are pressed flowers in the pages

Old Polaroids representing feelings lost;

Chits of paper covered in lovely words

From people whose paths I’ve crossed.

There are impractical things like ticket stubs

But I am a sentimental person and I like to keep

Emotions, passions and heartstrings preserved

Melancholy and joy, shallow to deep.

It’s true my thoughts are all within me

But they also exist someplace outside

My desk drawer is overflowing with them,

I hope my heart is safe inside.

Mihika Agrawal

Mihika expresses her creativity through poetry, storytelling, and reviews on books and movies.