Cleaning the closet of my past
Tossing out first day outfits
And funeral clothes
Scuffed shoes and torn hose
And scarves with moth holes
Dusting off the corners of doubt
That hold me back
Emptying bag upon bag
All seem to be black
I’ll replace them
With colorful dreams
All brand-new
The suits replaced
With loungewear in blue
Time to dress my age
And release from the cage
The skeletons that haunt
My book’s last page
I like the picture painted here by your words. It makes me think about all the unwanted stuff in my own closet in a different way.
I don’t like spring cleaning (or autumn/fall cleaning for that matter … but I do like this pome, clever & tightly controlled … bravo