organising is supposed to help
bring on the calm
so, here I am
re-arranging my frustrations
colour-coding my anger
all into neat little stacks
packed from wall to wall
maybe I should consider
space-saving containers for my hidden emotions
maybe with some post-it descriptions
or Polaroid identifiers
-just for future reference
neatly I've cleaned out my closet
and I've found my steely calm
the real me, though
might have been misfiled
under miscellaneous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes we 'organize' to hide our true feelings...