Collections

by Baya Ginsburg

Crystals, plants, glass, unicorns, jewelry

All the things that mean the most to me.

They lie pretty where they sit

I put them there, for just a bit.

Moving round, where do they look the best?

It is an obsession, I must confess.

I can’t control others, but I can control them

It’s almost better than having a friend.

They keep growing, taking over my room

These collectibles are my cocoon.

But it’s not all that bad, it’s not the worst

Collections are a blessing, not a curse.

They make me happy, they make me me

They’re everything I want them to be.

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