#TBT - Getting The Monster Out Of The Closet.

For this Throwback Thursday, I found a poem written some years ago, after cleaning out SWMBO's closet. Life tends to be a roller coaster, doesn't it? After a death, there are days filled with reminders, and days spent sorting the detritus of our previous lives. Then, the sun shines again, and we begin the journey all over again. 

He spent a weekend

in the shadows

with her clothes and shoes.

He had forgotten how beautiful she looked in them.

Each trip to the car

brought back memories

of events and places.

He brought his monsters

into the light

and they sat quietly

waiting for him

to move them to a new home.

Would he miss them?

Once the closet was empty

he set about filling it again

so that the next occupant

could store their own monsters

within its walls.

Why was it so hard

to step from the shadows

into the light?