From out of the blue it came
washed up
left behind
a residue deposited on my shore.
Does curiosity reign supreme
prompting me to open it
enquire
probe
this unsolicited gift
for contents which may change my life?
Does compassion compel
its lifting up
its cleaning
its repairing
its restoration to health and a fruitful life?
Do I return it to whence it came
unwanted
unloved
its fate the decision of others
the uncared for debris of a life unfulfilled?
© Sheila Ash, 6th June 2016
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