Old post I felt needed some more shine
The Closet in my head, I never use it anymore.
For I fear what may pop out if I should open up the door.
Full of things I had no space for, some I hoped I could just hide.
I’m afraid of what will happen, when there’s no more room inside.
I thought that I could forget them, if they all were out of sight.
Out of mind lost in the darkness since The Closet has no light.
But now recently, things thought to be put up have shown their face.
As I feared, the items inside must no longer know their place.
This is not what I had planned, to have to deal with them again.
All the problems of a wicked past, again must I contend?
It is clear there must be action, what I did before has failed.
The Closet must become a coffin, its contents hammered and nailed.
The Closet in my head’s still there, though not used anymore.
And it doesn’t linger…
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