Storage Room

Thoughts unravel like a present,
secret and harsh is the surprise.
Stare at them and wonder if
I really imagined this.
Bursting open at the seams,
boxes fall off their shelves.
Can't be put back up now that they've fallen,
a mirror of myself.
Looking up to the heavens thinking that
i'll never clean up this mess.
Gaze back down to where they've fallen,
they've been picked back up again.
Someone cleaned up my mess
and is now standing with arms open wide.