A young girl walks home and places her bag in the drawer.
She takes out her bottle of water,
drawings of hands with words inside.
She puts in the drawer the smell of her mother’s perfume,
the smell she always tries to find.
She puts down the sound of silence,
no sound at all.
She throws down other people’s problems,
her anger,
big, red,
a square, with sharp corners,
she can’t get away from it.
She shuts the drawer
and she locks the drawer.
Irene Drummond
One reply on “What is in the Drawer”
Well done 👏