We all have things we'd like to hide;
Some can't fit in a closet,
Others may be out there in the open.
Not everyone wants to read out the junk under their bed
Or leave their door open for others to see.
Some wait for the right moment,
The right person,
Right situation,
To share what the darkness of a closet tries to conceal
YOU ARE READING
Burning Flowers
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I have written over the past years, as well as months. Themes come from parts of my life, such as hurt, grief, codependency, and experiencing the love of God. All poetry is of my original work.
