Behind the Dresser
There's a funny feeling, actually it's kind of rotten
When you feel as though you've been forgotten
That somehow you fell into that space behind the dresser
We each know how it is; all crowded with roaches, dust, and even lesser
Misplaced pennies, thimbles, and keys
Odd how they don't matter until you become one of these
Dust will slowly pile and dull your color
You begin to think you've always been here, whatever
It's surprisingly easy to stay
To just lay and lay and lay all day
You can choose to wait for rescue, for someone to somehow remember
As you just complain and cry and surrender
To spending your days collecting rust
And staring longingly into the light at the edge of the dust
Take heed, don't listen to the Dust Bunnies
They act like your friend, they claim to be your buddies
As they waste your god damn time
And their comfort and charm keeps you from what truly shines
So each day you must crawl
The journey is long and dark between a dresser and it's wall
You will get lost and it will hurt when you fall
But my dear, oh my dear
You will make strength from your fears
Now wipe the dusty-rusty crust from your eyes
You must see your own light, in the dark of self-hate and lies
You will emerge from your journey not because you were finally discovered
But because you said, "No more!" And became your own best friend and lover
Walking tall and out into the world
Banner raised and unfurled
Someone now bigger than the small rotten feeling
Left marks of struggle in the dust, a path of pain, a path of their healing
A soul who would not dwell in the old and has left it anew
And that person, my precious brave dear... is you
