Yesterday I gave my life away.
Ripped the past from the present
and left my house devoid of memories.
Bullied my childhood into boxes
and coerced my teenage years into carrier bags,
then lugged the entire sorry lot to the one place it might be useful.
Here, I handed every part of my former self to an elderly volunteer,
who groaned at the weight of my old life
and decided what it was worth.
Only then could I return to my empty house
and start again.
Megan is a freelance writer and proofreader based in Suffolk. A poet at heart, she has been published in anthologies and online and offers personalised wedding poetry as one of her services. Megan loves to read and go for tandem rides with her fiancé. Find out more at www.meganwhiting.co.uk.
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