Griefcase

Day 6 of NaPoWriMo 2021

Prompt:

A poem titled briefcase

The shining sun seems to smile down brightly at her
While the early morning autumn fog clouds her sight
A coffee mug in hand, newspaper fluttering beside
Seated on a rocking chair, she wonders at her plight.

The scenery outside sure reflects the thoughts in her mind
For the contrast both present seem samey to the eyes
Besides the window, behind the curtains she smiles with ease
But could sense within her a turmoil of emotions rise.

Her gaze though seems to wander around the garden below
She alone knows of not being in the present, but the past;
Introspecting the decisions that once seemed sure to be right
One after the other, each mistake seemingly the last.

Adored now by the world around for her name and fame
Forgotten she hasn’t, the days she had spent in the throes
Still hounded by unwelcome memories of mockery and pain
As relatives gave woes and friends turned into foes.

She hides the reflections from her past in a griefcase
That she keeps tightly shut like Pandora’s box of troubles
Hoping somewhere deep within, that maybe one day
She might wake up to find it empty of all her burdens!