Lovely Shelves
Endless
rows of shelves, some empty, some filled; each book a memory, a file on store,
a million different stories held there. Each person their own library of
experience, each person with halls of depth, valuable expression. Who visits
these places, who lingers there? Which rows are locked tight, forbidden authors
of moments not shared? Who is free to roam unguarded, who walks these blocked
off halls? Why do we feel the need to hide the ragged, un-kept, un-mended?
Buried, to the back, dusty and unvisited. When was the last time you bared a
black book, opened it, read from its pages? What does such vulnerability bring,
rejection, judgments unseen? No, most likely not. Is there not something we are
all hiding? And what does the hidden bring, but more binding? What treasures
will I find when you unlock the dark, what light will it shed for the shelves
of my heart?
Copyright © 2010 Danielle K. Griner
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