Behind closed doors no one sees
closets, cellars, attics and old sheds
old memories, some cherished, some haunting, left behind...
What will I find in my cellar
fears, hopes, lost love, regrets, deep hurts
locked away in silence behind doors rarely opened...
Its dark there, messy and cluttered
no ones goes there, i won't let them
what will they see, they might find the me that I want...
Outside closed doors, you'll find things neat, tidy
everything fits in its place, just where I want it
no questions, nothing questionable, I am...
The hidden things are ugly, unwanted, who would want them
if I can't love them, who can
will they stay forever...
I feel a need to open the door
to bare the cellar of my soul
I don't want to be forever...
Maybe if the hidden things are brought out
fears can be assuaged, hopes renewed
lost love found, regrets put to rest, hurts comforted, and I won't be...
Only one truly knows all that lays behind closed doors
He sees all that I fear to expose
He tells me that I am not...
but remembered forever
Don't worry I'm not turning this into a blog about my poetry, I just happen to feel a bit poetic these last couple weeks. I'm not used to sharing poetry, it makes me feel a little dramatic and mostly insecure, but I hope you enjoy it. There may be more in the future, depending on my mood. I don't feel poetic very often, but it does happen on occasion. So we'll just see what happens...