She hoards memories
In books and art.
She hoards accomplishment
In clothes and fabric
She holds tightly
Against insecurity
Things are a bulwark
Against uncertainty.
She creates a
measure of control
against anger, anxiety
and angst.
When she is safe,
Secure and satisfied
The barriers may
Be burnt, but for now
She clings to what was.
Shawn L. Bird 
Your hoarder sounds so familiar… 🙂 Many “Likes”
Ah yes.
All behaviour is purposeful, it’s just tricky figuring out the purpose!
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Good poem, I guess we all tend to hold onto things from our past, sometimes a little too tightly.
Indeed.
nice..
Thanks.
Reminds me of my Dad who grew up in Harlem telling me about the Collyer Brothers. When I was a kid he would scold me about my messy room saying it was getting like the Collyer Brothers. My father would have been a teenager when these “Hoarders” were discovered. http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/collyer-brothers-brownstone-gallery-1.1187698
That was interesting! Thanks for sharing the link. I was particularly amazed at the micro-park that replaced the house. That is a very strange concept for someone from wide open BC. Our parks look very different…