Closets of Our Lives

Dark shadows drift against a wall
deep gloom penetrates the prisons of our souls
things that live from a darkened past
dominate lives that have surrendered with continually downcast eyes
keeping us locked in the closets of our lives.

Locked in a perpetual state of the past
prisoners of tear-stained days
and continuing nights of gloom
not allowing a light to break into our hidden rooms
lost souls surrendered to a darkened past
keeping us locked in the closets of our lives.

Walking through the shadows of today
memories of a heartache of yesterday
weigh heavily on us each passing day
keeping us locked in the closets of our lives.

Living with the trials of our lives
bitter tears streaming down pale cheeks
not able to walk in the light of day
keeping us chained to the wall
of the closets of our lives

Clenched fists pound on locked doors
screams for help go unheard
bitter tears stream from blood-shot eyes
keeping us locked in the closets of our lives

The turn of a key is faintly heard
the call of a voice softly through the door
brings signs of faint rays of light
as someone opens the closets of our lives.

A day of hope has arrived
help comes at long, long last
as a smiling face is seen in the bright of the day
freeing us from the closets of our lives.


Dedicated to all of those individuals who feel trapped in the darkness of their lives, and to all of those persons who aid in unlocking the Closets of Their Lives.