Compartments of my Life

My emotions
hang on closets
hidden from you
because I will
never let you in.

And my secrets
are neatly organized
in my chest.

I have cabinets
where my dreams
fell through the cracks.

My heart’s left
in the crawl space
where no one has
dared enter.

The door to this room
is locked from the inside;
some knocked
and fewer
tried to twist the knob.

But no one,
not a single person,
has broken the door down.

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