There are places in the heart
Where one very seldom goes
Cubby Holes filled with pain
Contents only you will know
One spot may hold heartache
And it comes in many forms
From the loss of a loved one
To the agony of a stillborn
Disappointment fills another
With the results just as sad
From the losing of a good job
To the snubbing from a dad
The ending of a long marriage
Or teasing endured as a child
Angry words spoken out of turn
Actions done in haste and wild
All of these lie dormant
Waiting to be triggered anew
A circumstance, a spoken word
Or maybe a hidden clue
Tucked away, hidden deep
Surrounded by sturdy walls
Cobwebs spun for a covering
They silently await a call
A holy broom would be handy
To sweep those Cubby Holes clean
Clearing away the hostage pain
And never again felt or seen
June 14, 2022