I sink lower in the cupboard
of the front hall closet
beneath the stairs,
behind a row of forgotten coats
that hang quietly before me.
They mock my cowardice
as I crouch beneath their silent judgement...
I'm alone in the shadows created by a
jaundiced yellow bulb that barely burns
brighter than the flame on a candle.
I hug my knees as I sit and wallow in regret for my mistakes;
but all I really want to do is stand up
and tear down every last coat, one-by-one.