My Heart, My Closet(sonnet)
I need to clear my closet of my past.
‘Tis muddled like a clumsy poetry.
Emancipation frees my self at last.
A closet cleaned is like a heart that’s free.
While cleaning out my closet’s shelves today,
I found some things too good for me to toss.
I’ll keep them, they might be of use some day.
My reveries veer and back to my muse.
It’s hard for me to let go and forget you,
For I am like a ship, you anchored me.
I know that you are always good as new,
So in my core I place your memory.
You are safe here, though I don’t know how long.
You are my home, my heart’s where you belong.