As I sit in the back of this closet

Attempting to hide from myself

I search for my hidden treasure

Buried somewhere beneath the shelf

I glimpse her in the distance

Catch pieces of her smile

So, I hide in this closet

To reminisce for a while

Through letters, pictures, and cards

I trudge, slowly, through the memory

Of a long-forgotten person

That I no longer see

Some appreciate the surface gloss

Content with a twisted mask

Relishing in the cover-up

Too self-centered to even ask

So, as I sit in the back of this closet

I stop hiding from myself

I make a commitment to be her

No longer masked by anything else

-Visionary Trailblazin’ – 10/18