Where did my writings go?

A poem about a litereal and symbolic search for past writings

Where Did My Writings Go?

I went to find my writing today and I couldn’t find it.
It always eludes me.
I had so many ideas!
Explored on the surface; not exposed.
But time slipped by unbeknownst.
I lost my words.
Not nurtured enough; not fed.

The winter winds howled as I trudged to the garage.
I climbed to the top of the step ladder,
Struggling with old boxes filled with teaching materials.
With memories!
Searching but never finding my expressions.

Heavy boxes - filled with the words of others - crashed to the ground.
I struggled to maintain balance on top of the step ladder.
Am I that far removed from the classroom?
Will the words ever come back?
I couldn’t find my ideas.
Frustrating!
Balance is not achieved.