Cabinets of Wonder

Maybe we're all cabinets of wonder. Maybe we all have cubbies and shelves. Cubbies where we stash things, And shelves where we display things. Things we adore and things we despise. Things of happy times and things of not so happy things. You can never know a cabinet, Until you open it. You can never know until, You dissect it. Screw by screw, Board by board. Until you can take it apart and put it back together, With your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back. You can never know until, You've searched the cubbies and shelves. Knowing everything by heart. Memorizing every sadness, Every smile, Every unimportant detail. See it's kinda like that old saying. "You can never judge a book by it's cover" You can never judge a person by who they are on the outside. Maybe we are all people waiting for someone to open us up. To search through our cabinets. To dissect us. Many people will open you up take what they want, And leave. But don't dismay, For many people will search and scour, Long forgetting what they opened you up for. They will get enchanted by your cubbies and shelves. They will seek out false bottoms and secret compartments. Leading to deeper things, Long forgotten. For they will be the person, To take you apart. But when you are put back together, You'll notice things. Things like the sadness, Doesn't seem so sad anymore. The unimportant details have become, So much more than you ever thought they could be. And when you're put back together, You will be stronger. You're scratches and dents no longer take up your life. All because someone cared enough to open your life up. To find the answer to why you are the way you are. Because, Maybe, We're all cabinets of wonder.