Shoes and Hats and Purses

Shoes and hats and purses in my closet
Normalcy and apathy at best
Left alone I live as though I’ve fallen
‘Round her I try to smile and fix my breast

But I say I’ve only yet to meet the man
Who will show me all that I’ve been missing
I dance around the thought of permanence
A ballet I’ve perfected by not risking

And all my shoes become my dancing shoes
And all my hats become my hiding hats
My favorite purse is filled with hopes of normal
And the closet’s filled with skeletons and rats

The normalcy created by the dancing
Is destroyed by apathy for un-thought dreams
I have come back to dancing round confusion
Returned to normalcy, or so it seems

By the way, a lot has changed over the last few days, maybe not long, but important post (to me) coming up! Has to do with this poem, which I wrote a couple hours ago on the plane coming home from Hawai'i.