It is time to clean out my closet
The hidden place
Where I have stored all the parts of my life
That I didn't want to look at
Years of hurt
Boxes of neglect
Shelved dreams
And ugly sweaters
What to do with all of this pain?
It has become a monster
The unknown entity behind the closed doors that seeks to devour my very life and soul in the shadows
But they are my shadows
My hurts
My pain
This monster was of my own making
Only I can defeat it
So I set out to clean my closet
One item at a time
Bringing each pain into the light within me
Looking at it
Feeling it
Then healing it
Allowing it to be transformed
Through my love
And released into the universe
No longer scary
No longer harmful
No longer hidden
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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