Closet

There is too much in the closet
for me to handle ,
assorted moods ,
flairs of red white and blue
darting wildly at me
if I dare to open ,
peeping through keyhole
forcing it shut ,
tumbling down and climbing up
from bottom rack
to the upper deck ,
breathing free
then diving back ,
in to the bundles
of nerves wired and raw ,
jumble mumble
roll and tumble ,
all haywire
desire for symphony ,
notes and tunes
just a cacophony ,
There is too much in the closet
for me to handle
love , pain and ecstasy ,
I dare not open ,
lest it escapes in to void….
my love my heart
stay safe in my closet ..
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