Poetry
The Closets Of Your Life
Our closets overflow with the choices we’ve made, some neatly organized, and others lost in chaos. Like our chakras, these choices are how we present ourselves. They are like separate pieces of armour, a daily selection, a chameleon-like skin waiting to be displayed, hidden behind closed doors until chosen. We open these doors regularly or occasionally, each piece influenced by the world. With a bright flashlight, the world, our friends, and influencers illuminate the path to the items in our closets. These ideas, thoughts, or things hold the potential to mould our lives and bring us joy, peace, and contentment…or not.
Our closets are full, so why is the world so angry when we have so much? Who or what does the scarecrow symbolize? It could represent your inner self reaching out to you. Perhaps it also symbolizes a First Nation or Aboriginal person, once connected to the land, in a simplicity of life and balance, now taken from them. The question remains with us as well.
I open the doors endless times before
A struggle as most days I have no key
White doors that close off darkness and light
Inside my skins, my treasures, my armour
To wear in the light or party of nights
My armour to fight the demons of life
These fabrics I toiled so hard to afford
Crafted by hand in sweatshops in far lands
They lie limp and waiting impatiently for me
To rise and gallop to the sunrise once more
Or dance to the pounding beat of the night
I stare at what lies before on the racks of my time
A hundred decisions I made with time so short
To find one day, ten years have gone before
My style has changed but what remains
Hung in my closets, discarded at times
I close the doors wishing for more
The window calls…I hear sounds
Outside a scarecrow now waits in silence
Stitched eyes opening to daybreak in natures fields
It smiles and winks two times at me
I envy that it seems to know its path, it’s place
Its stillness, its resolve holding fast
In the chaos of the flight of swirling birds
A purpose that stands the test of time
Is my more found hiding in other closets
Does that scarecrow know the secrets of life
There are no closets to hide from sight
The fabrics of our times
I smile now, the scarecrow whispered its wisdom
One can have a freedom of closed doors
A place of sunrises emerging light where
Open doors, open minds listen to the winds
True joy found in the simple things
Found in the air we breathe
In The light waiting to surround us
