Walking the Hedge

My mind is a messy closet
A big walk-in messy closet

It has many shelves and compartments
There are lots of drawers

You cannot see the floor
The drawers’ overflow with things
The shelves are overrun
The compartments are disorganized

Some parts you cannot reach
With out wading through the mess
Some parts cannot be seen at all
They are half forgotten

There are things in my closet I miss very much
But I cannot find them

There are things in my closet
That I know must be in there
But I have never seen them

There are wonderful things in my closet
Buried underneath all this crap

Some days I look into my closet
And like a shining beam of light
I know exactly where something is

Some days I cannot find a thing

Some days I can start to clean my closet
Then a day comes where I make a mess again

And sometimes I hide in my messy closet

And sometimes I open the door
And let the light shine in

Sometimes I am ashamed to show
My messy closet it to anyone
Lest they shy away or make fun of me

Sometimes I just might
Let someone take a peek

A few times people have smiled and said
“What a beautiful mess”
I loved those people with all my heart
For as long as they were willing to let me

So far, so yet
No one has chosen to let me
For a long time, as long as I would like
It hurts to show your closet and be rejected
Especially after they said it was beautiful

I love my messy closet
I hope someday someone else will to
And I will try
To love their closet too

I lay in my messy closet
I play with the things I find there

I love my messy closet

It would be nice if I could find
A map to my messy closet

But it’s mine all mine
And not much else is truly my own
So I love my messy closet

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1. The Messy Witch