The Ballad of Closet Cleaning

I remembered cleaning my closet
But I don’t believe it’s clean
Because I’m sitting in chaos up to my knees
I remembered cleaning my closet
I took out each little thing
Examining it, and recalling each memory
Sometimes it got painful- unleashing my secrets
As I picked at my conscience, my shame and my regrets

When I first made the mess
I was just a child of innocence
I was Learning fears and
Crying Confusing tears

I hid the memories in the closet
Because I was embarrassed of my mess
I swore that I would never ever confess
For years I continued to dig my misery
By packing more and more of more memories

One day I shut the door quickly behind me
I was alone and afraid because my closet wasn’t clean
And I heard a creek
And I silently shrieked

I pushed my weight against the door
Held my legs strong to the floor
But my secrets started spilling
Because the closet was overfilling

Restless and tired I gave up my fight
Because there’s not a whole lot left inside me
When my energy resorts to hiding
So I opened the door
And began to explore
The memories I left behind me

I had forgotten the pieces
That made up my mess
But picking at them
I wept and I wept
I realized I was alone
It was me against a life full of rust
I needed a friend to help shine the dust

So together we loaded the garbage out
This is what healing is all about

But now I lie in the dark, still ashamed and afraid
Even though We finished the closet raid
So I beg for mercy in my bed
I remember cleaning the closet!
But my tears still shed
And my fears have not fled
I remember cleaning my closet
But I don’t believe my conscience is clean.

Because I turn on the light
And all that’s in sight
Is my memories piled up
My senses wild and abrupt
Right before me
Is my room full of memories


[I wrote this because I feel that sometimes people may have trouble dealing with unenjoyable memories. I realize it's not well put together and is very amateur. My ultimate objective was to create a symbolic piece that told a story about dealing with memories. I also wanted to tie in psychological aspects. I hope this makes sense to you!]
Overall Message: Healing is a life-long process. It can be painful and overwhelming.