My Closet
I see my closet, doors shut
As I slide the doors open
I can see my shirts, dressed on hangers
Shoes on the floor
Folded clothes and boxes on the shelves
What else lays in the closet
For your eyes only
Are there boxes with things filled with joy
Boxes that are mystery, haven't seen for a long time
As you look way towards the back
You see the boxes, that will never be opened again
The things inside aren't the best for you
It's the past of things, that need to stay away
These boxes you see are placed way to the back
Throw them away they say
It's hard to do
For those boxes play in your mind
For me and for you
Bury them again to be forgotten
In the darkness below
Slide the doors shut, ever so slow ...
Michael VanDyke @C 2022
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