The Wooden Box

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Handmade wooden box,
Sitting on the dresser for all to see,
Oh, the memories kept behind the locks.
The truths and secrets of Him and me.

The beautiful box…one of my most precious gifts, without measure,
It's something that I'll cherish and always treasure.

He made the box with love and care,
No one will touch it, they wouldn't dare.
It sits there all day and night,
Reminding me of love, of laughter and light.

While my heart is breaking,
It is the box that I am taking,
Holding tight, resting upon my bed,
Remembering…
So many thoughts fill my head.

The tears the flow down my cheek,
The sobs that are stuck in my throat,
I can hardly speak,
Barely able to function by remote.

Fingers dance upon the dark wood,
Not dancing where they should.
Upon His body, tenderly caressing His face,
Or locked with His, interlaced.

The initials marked on the inside cover,
Made by my Master, my Best Friend and Lover.
Intertwined with bittersweet memories,
I wonder when and if they will ever leave me be.

Trembling fingers reach…
Feeling my eyes fill with tears, biting my lip, trying not to screech.
I need to remove the strip of leather adorned with a heart and blue glass beads,
Is this right, is it what my heart really wants and needs?
The pain fills my entire being,
It wasn't put on without thought or meaning,
If it's removed it will be put in the wooden box,
The collar of love and life closed behind the locks.

Tucked away as a distant memory,
Of what used to be,
Him and me.
Master and slave,
Friends and lovers,
I continue on, trying to recover.
My heart will always have a special place for Him,
But over time the feelings will dim.
Recovery has been slow,
I'm finding a girl I didn't know.
Joyous freedom has now been found,
When I sometimes thought it was better to be bound.

Freedom to shine and thrive and grow,
Some things being discover I didn't know.
Slowly cautiously I continue on this path,
Rising from the ashes of the aftermath.

The box will always have a place of honor,
In my heart, in my life,
As will He,
For all eternity…

I'll love You always… thank You

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