Secrets In My Closet
So many times in life I’ve closed the door
On begotten ills, I wanted to forget,
Shutting out the past to escape the poison
Oozing from turmoil of self-criticism and pain.
Too frequently, flicks of negative visions return
Reminding me of old sins from yester-year.
Assaulting my conscience with guilt and shame,
Wringing desire to return and recreate the scenes.
Grudgingly I accept that life is a locked up closet
Stuffed with images of actions, deeds, and thoughts;
A scrapbook of living testimony of the days of my life
Recording right or wrong, grading my existence.
Sending me into introspection to analyze mistakes
Fashioning fear of ever opening that closet door;
Fear of revealing my private Pandora’s Box to the world
Possibly reaping reprisal I’m too weak to bear.
And so, I close the closet door from everyone but me.
My private library enabling knowledge for reform
To process, revise, and rebuild—always reaching
Toward the Holy Grail of self betterment.
© 2008 Jeanette Cooper
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We all deal with these types of thoughts. We can only pray for strength to deal with memories that haunt us. Your feelings are creatively expressed with this metaphor; you let the emotions out yet keep the details rightfully private. Great poem~
Sheila
Profound and heart pouring, I just loved it made for such beautiful reading.
"...always reaching
Toward the Holy Grail of self betterment..."
Happy days and blessings to you Jeanette,
~Gwendolyn
Thanks for sharing.
God bless.
Tavia
Be always safe,
Karen
Peace,
Dan
A stunning write, full of compassion and healing. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Thank You for sharing this jewel.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D