A Shelf of Drawers

My mind is a shelf of drawers,

Each with different contents;

Brushes and pencils to paint my reality.

Some are set aside to bide their time,

Like words lost between the lines.

Some are open, spilling out

Every time I laugh and shout.

Some are neat.

Some are messy.

Every drawer is part of me.

Sections: Balance, For School, Freedom, Free Verse, Happy, Poetry