CARDIGAN IN THE CLOSET
She kept a cardigan in her closet, for windy days,
A vibrant red, a touch of green, to ward off winter's haze.
She'd put it on to go outside to simply sit and gaze
At a sinking sun that settled, no longer giving rays.
The cardigan in her closet, simply a reminder
Of how she once had lost herself, no one else could find her.
Wandering within her mind, she could not have been blinder.
Eyes wide open, Soul so closed, the world should have been kinder.
She kept a cardigan in her closet, comfort well worn;
A cardigan in her closet, a bit tattered, a bit torn;
A symbol of those younger days when dreams could still be born,
But older now, there are no dreams, there's only time to mourn.
It happens in the instant that a Cardigan appears -
Dreams held within the closet flee to drown within Hope's tears.
Michelle Wooten
© 3-5-08
