The Cupboard Under The Stairs

This is the place where nobody goes, and yet, at the same time, everybody does.

A forgotten place.

A place for unkept things, shoved in any randomised order when you think that nobody is looking.

A place that is often overlooked.

Or more often than not, looked at in a frantic haze.

Old shoes get flung violently into the abyss.

You may even find your old roller skates in there.

This space has become a breeding ground for the unwanted.

Cobwebs and dust mites now give love to the decay inside.

Once every quarter, light reaches the deepest depths of this landfill of lost love.

Light brings about life again,

that is until the cupboard door shuts again.

The things you love, become a thing of the past.

Exiles.

Until you find them again.

You give life back to them.

And they, in return, give you back joy.

An old photo that you haven’t seen in years,

Warms your heart.

Your hiking boots beg you for a new adventure.

An old diary reminds you to start writing again.

The sombrero from your honeymoon in Mexico reminds you of what it feels like to be in love again.

An old CD you made when you were 12 allows you to relive your teenage dream.

You find joy again. 

It exists and it is there;

Even in the darkest of forgotten places.