the overstuffed closet

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the overstuffed closet

i have jammed
and  stuffed and packed it in
i have jammed and
stuffed packed it again
i have pushed
and smushed
i have stacked
and smashed
i have done my best to push it all back


i have tried
and tried and tried some more
i have struggled to close the closet door
as ive jammed
and crammed
and packed
and smashed
im learning you can only push so much back


as the closet door begins to wane
the weary hinges bend in pain
the latch that keeps the door closed
dosent catch like it did before
i try to push and cram again
to keep the things stuffed within
pushing hard to close the door
and keep it latched like was before


as the latch is giving way
the fragile hinges start to break
all the stuff ive packed within
is spilling out once again


all the time ive jammed and packed
everything ive stacked and smashed
all my efforts to push it back
caused the closet door to collapse


now all the things ive stashed away
have piled up to my dismay
the process that i now must face
is sorting through this tangled maze


so when i jammed and
stuffed and packed it in
i never thought i would see it again
and when i pushed and smushed and
stacked and smashed
i just assumed it was not coming back
so here it is and im faced with it
and i have to deal with all this shit
i have to fix the door and repair the hinge
and hope that it will latch again
because someday i might need the door
the close and latch like it did before

 

 


 

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texasgal202 commented on the overstuffed closet

01-21-2010

Our everyday lifes hides alot of pain,instead of sorting it out and getting on with our life we push it aside and we let it stay and it nearly always piles up inside us and then if we don't clean it up we finally have to explode.

Maleficent commented on the overstuffed closet

01-21-2010

O tell it! I've got a closet juz like that... straight to favs... maybe ya could get a good friend to help sort it out with ya... you might be surprised how much of that junk you don't need... ;)

MindNumbing commented on the overstuffed closet

01-21-2010

It would have been so much easier to sort it all and put it in it rightful place to begin with, wouldn't it? Instead, we tend to throw it into a cabinet or a closet and close the door as fast as we can before it has a chance to fall out... Its easier to keep things hidden from the visiting relatives and neighbors by just shoving it closets and slamming that door shut, though. No one can say they aren't guilty of this at some point in their lives.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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