SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET

SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET

I am afraid to open that door… the door before me
I sit on the floor with my eyes gazing upon it… the closet
The door to my mind and heart… memories of all which has come to past
A story line of my life yet chapters which have not be completed…
Story that tell of the pain, the joy, and the tears shaded on the floors of my deserted heart
Things that I am not proud of told in the chapter of this closet of skeletons
The deceit in which I have swept under the rug trying so hard to forget
The pain I have caused to many hearts have been stored away in a river of pain which I want so desperately to forget
The heart is not as forgiving when the conscious is there to remind us of our mistakes
I know I am not perfect yet I choose to take the road I have because I was curious
But curiosity has a cost… whether it is my heart or another’s
Skeletons in the closet trying to break free… but the door stays locked
The joy that I have experience was brief and short lived many of times of my life
The joys of having a child in my life yet the pain of having a mother take her away
The joy of finding love which rejuvenate my soul, making me once a believer in life
Yet the pain of the joy being striped away by betrayal, a feeling a heart should never feel
Love is an emotion we all take for granted and misuse to the very bottom of its meaning is not pure anymore
The tears shaded by the joy and pain of love… the key hole of this emotional door of echoes
Every tear dropped was a cleansing of a thought or memory which pledged me deeply
Tears fall for a reason yet they never find there way to the pool of forgiveness
Those salty tears which fill my docks with emotional levels of my life
Tears which are built within a closet of skeletons… skeletons that I could never out run
Running for the rest of an eternity… looking back to see those skeletons in the closet which I will never out run.