POEM
This Is How I Felt While Cleaning My Emotional Closet
In response to January Writing Prompts: 17th-21st
I stacked my clothes, Placed it in my closet. Different colours and patterns, Each with their own mindset.
And then I thought, About my emotional closet. It’s never this organised, Rather a beautiful mess.
Overloaded with emotions, The door refuses to shut. How can it when I just don’t stop thinking, About the past and what is yet to come.
And then I close my eyes, Breathe in and breathe out. I then begin organising my emotions, Settling one by one till I reach the top.
And in the process, I discard the ones that don’t serve me at all. Guilt, regret, self-doubt, I pack it up and dump.
Then my mind feels light, And my heart feels clean. Like decluttering never felt so good, As I say this, I think, let me not jinx it.
But then a situation happens, It feels like an earthquake and my closet rattles. All my emotions go out of place, And then I need to sort everything again.
Just like the clothes in my closet, My emotional closet, too, requires some TLC (tender loving care). So, I have to say goodbye for now, You see, I have a big mess to take care in my head.
Thank you Diana C. for another thought-provoking prompt.
While writing this I realised that my emotional closet requires forever TLC.
Thank you to KTHT editors Diana C., Spyder, Ravyne Hawke and jules for always cheering us on to be our authentic self and for motivating us write from the heart.
Thanks so much for your time!






