#WritcoPoemPrompt115
Threw out old boxes,
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
Poured out hatred from my heart's bucket.

Heaved a sigh of relief,
As I remember the pages of my past life,
Pages already torn in pieces,
Pieces burnt to ashes,
Ashes left with the wind
Ashes of my past.

My heart's now clean,
Ready to be planted with good seeds,
Seeds ready to grow and make me see,
What life truly means.

With...