A place to hang up
all of my fears
neatly tucked away
only visible when I open the door
Sometimes it is better
not to disturb the perfectly
folded garments of pain
it can leave you exposed
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A place to hang up
all of my fears
neatly tucked away
only visible when I open the door
Sometimes it is better
not to disturb the perfectly
folded garments of pain
it can leave you exposed
Wow! Brilliant lines, these: “Sometimes it is better/not to disturb the perfectly/folded garments of pain/it can leave you exposed” – they so beautifully capture the rawness of the wound despite the passage of time.