Hoarding

I keep everything I don’t even want. Things that make me sad. Like old tennis shoes. That are stained with mud. Scratched and tattered with memories. So I- Put them in a closet for safe keeping. Keeping them safe in the shadows. Where they can be buried under something better. Just seems- More comfortable to me. Just seems- Harmless to me. I keep everything I don’t even want. Gritting my teeth. And shoving shoes. As if that will make them disappear.