A small recess,
Dusty cupboard of my mind.
What secrets are hidden
Beneath the paraphernalia
That bears testament
To my life.
What lies beyond the cobwebs
Where words are whispered
And truth is valued.
Poignant reminders
Peer from every corner
With snapshots of
Years long gone.
Friends that have paved a path with me,
Strangers who came to mean something
In my fragile world.
Confetti of love affairs far away,
Buried between denial and confusion.
A drawer full of unanswered questions
Purge the very foundations of my being.
Can I not examine why I hold tight
To the impossible answers.
This vast chasm of doubt
Sits in my cupboard
And vexes me to distraction.
Shall the pain never end?
Shall it remain for all time?
