Sitting in my closet
trying to befriend the skeletons
but they're too busy laughing with my ghosts.
The ghosts are jumping on the bed,
as the shoulda coulda woulda shadows dance,
my reflection in the mirror says "you're better off alone"
I've never shown my bones
I've never bared my soul
If I look myself in the eye
will I be more than stone?
This life has made me hard
my tongue cracks like a whip
Should I stay here in my closet
and let the skeletons and ghosts tuck me in?
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Wow! So good! "the shoulda coulda woulda shadows dance" hits hard in the relates for sure! Totally get those feelings (a bit in them now) I think we do need to try and get out, even if staying in sometimes feels easy. 🩷
No, you have to get out of there and try a new thing that you can turn into did.