Emotional Filing Cabinet
By dianes
I was talking to a friend one day, Who gave me an analogy, They said think of you mind as a filing cabinet, With lots of drawers you see. I thought this was rather strange, To think of it that way, A file for every memory, To reflect on each separately. Each file would have a label, Noting the contents inside, Some would be happy, Others filed way in back to hide. It’s funny how we think we deal, With problems that we had, Only to find out we filed them away, Because they were too sad. Every once in a while, You have to pull a file out here and there, Your emotional filing cabinet, Has more then it can bear, You pull out some folders, Go through each one, Deal with all the emotional pain, Into the garbage, now it’s done. We all have lots of folders, Safely tucked away, But we know to be happy, We have to deal with some each day. Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 01:58 AM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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