Don’t do it.

Don’t go to the storage, ever!

All I wanted was some underpants

And my white jeans

Instead I got hit by seven years

Of boxes who tried to tell me

They were my home

They were.

No longer.

They tried to suck me in

With nostalgia, regrets and a “poor me” story

Briefly I was winded.

Sure, I got pushed out of the nest,

And now I live up a mountain

With a 360 view,

Where the night sky

Is clearer than I’ve ever seen,

The boxes were jammed so tightly

They refused to let me in.

So I still only have five pairs of underpants

And no white jeans

But I did manage to grab the only thing

That really mattered –

The battered sign

“Keep calm and carry on”

Was smiling at the entrance

And asked if I would take it home.