hang ups
I opened the closet door and found myself hanging.
wrinkled with the other things long left there
the funny smell of neglect and thoughts left too long unturned
there in the closet my freedom had been a perception
the dark made it easy not to look
the season changed and I went into that closet
but this time I brought a heartlight
new and shiny, fresh from being repaired
and I saw just how high hung up I had been in that
dark closet
and I got down and let myself off the hook
and went about the day
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