CLOSET

So I cleaned out
My closet
Before the year
Could come
And knock
On the doors.

I cleaned it out
Before the new year
Found no space
Turned around
And walked
To another closet,
To fill it
With love
friendship
peace
happiness
productivity
conviction
success.

So I cleaned it
And threw out
The hate
enmity
conflict
sadness
unprodictivity
doubt
failure.

I threw out
Each cobweb
Interconnected
To the next.
I threw it all out
Made space
In my closet
Made a cup of hot chocolate
And drank.

I drank...
To wonderful tomorrows.

HOME

I have lived
my entire life
wearing and shedding
houses
like you do
clothes.

Some, too ill-fitted,
some, too small,
some, so big
you get lost in them,
and some that are
in all practicality
perfect
but just don't feel right.

I have shed these houses
picked my bare minimums
and moved...

Moved,
wherever the wind takes me
to a new cloth,
a new house.
And I shrug off
these houses
without a second thought
knowing the next one
will be different
and I will love it
for a little while
until it is time
to shed again.

But there are days,
when I just want to stop
and wear one
like I wear my skin,
and finally
call it home.