Roommates
The skeletons in my closet
They have all danced around
Solo and together
With and without my demons
That have lived under the beds
I’ve slept in over the years
Came peepin’ out
Disguised as best friends
Lovers, new found religion
And things of the like
I’ve tried padlocks on the door
All to find those skeletons
Are damn good locksmiths
That’s fine too
These days I leave my closet door open
We’re all friends here
I have no shame to bear
There might be holes in my garments
But there’s no smoke in the air
Clear skies and clear hearts
Thats what resides here now
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Wonderful riff on skeletons in the closet & how you decided to handle them!
“These days I leave my closet door open” – love this and the transition from old you to new you. Hugs to you and your skeletons!