Closets of My Mind

 

I have closets in my mind

That hold secrets:

Things I wasn’t supposed to know about—

The truth about Santa

Or I wasn’t supposed to do

Play with matches

Or people I shouldn’t have been with—

No names will be disclosed here.

 

I have locked away things I wished I didn’t know

Or wished I hadn’t seen…

Like the car accident that happened in front of me

And the woman lay bleeding on the road

Crying for her baby

 

Or the devastation after the tornado

Where parts of houses vanished

And a trampoline was on top of a tall tree

 

I have closets that hold the pain

Of loved ones who have died,

And the anguish of those assaulted.

 

Some closets are best kept closed

And some do need to see the light of day.

Cindy Herndon