I, Left, Pandora's Box

Was it unknowingly, that I, left, Pandora' s box To nurse the contents, ill and offending A Queen' s guard, always unblinking, present at post securing, that surely, hope remained... Regardless...and relentless in given task Was it coincidence, she received her riches Tucked in tissue papered preservation dainty doillies, crocheted keepsakes of treasured trinkets, time could not tarnish Where would my memories rest... if not in the swirl of escaping peril caught on breaking branches, in the breeze, blown in the brambling thickets of thorns scattered, like cotton seeds... Hers, warm, and woven into wooly hand-me-downs to be given to delightful daughters Mine, mere moments of muddled, muffled madness I try desperately to deceive, and retrieve so they may do no harm.... This Pandora' s box, I wanted no part of Was it unknowingly placed outside my door that I should be entrusted with it's turbulence... Did she imagine me, stronger, sturdy... Dedicated to the deliverance of everlasting hope