Troubles on a shelf

Troubles on a shelf

 

 

I used to take my troubles

and put them on a shelf

pushed back so no one

could see, no one but myself.

All my troubles, thats where

they would go. Tucked away,

hidden so that no one else

would know.

 

As the shelf grew full and

there was no more room. My

shelf collapsed and met its

doom. My troubles came to

surface and I just couldn't

ignore, all the pieces were

scattered about, scattered all

over the floor.

 

My shelf came crashing down

with out pronouncing its weak hold

and thats when all my troubles

began to unfold.

One by one, they were finally free

For once I could see myself, I could

see the real "Me"...

 

I shared my troubles with ones that

care. I wasn't alone any more and I

was glad they were there.

No longer do I hide my troubles or

put them up to store. Now  I bring them

out, and I  leave them at the door! 

Reviews

[AK]

Good plan, good work!

[James Paulin]

I like this poem for a few reasons. It simplifies a common dilemma lots of us fall into and does it with tempo and rhyme. It is entertaining and concise but I think I would like to see a more conventional rhyme form. Very nice work.