THE PACKAGE THAT I AM

by joannagilmanhyde

The Hawk TV Room 2:30pm

“I Poured Out My Black Heart”

is not to be hung.

Instead It is rolled up

& stored away in the basement

behind the bowsprit of My Mother’s boat.

I am no longer reminded

of Its Glittering “D”

& have moved into My Gracious Future

without Him.