The Letter Box

I found myself amongst the woods,

Walking through the endless bliss.

All alone I walked introspecting my deeds,

Little water and ginger biscuits to quench my needs.

I came across a ramshackled house,

Right In front of nowhere.

I kept studying it assuming no one did connive,

I could still feel all the memories alive.

An old-wise tree was guarding the place,

With a letterbox right beside.

Going through a bunch of loosestrifes,

I so wanted to open that box of life.

I wasn’t sure if I was anxious or restless,

As I opened the dirty box.

Chills ran down my spine,

As I saw a letter inside

My loneliness grew as I held the letter,

Time froze as I kept staring at it.

I realized how things die and perish,

But infinite are the bonds we make and the moments we cherish

I smiled as I kept back the letter,

I closed the box, the box of joy.

I gave a last glance at the old shack,

Feeling happy for the family as I turned back.

Later I found myself in my world,

Living the endless bliss

I ain’t alone this time,

Thanks to the journey sublime.