I was weeping in my closet.
(Do you weep inside yours?)
I cracked the spine and wrote
(It was a dark and stormy face)
A list of the things I knew for certain
(choosing buoyancy over drowning)
Skills were noted, faiths testified
(And I wrote I look good in black)
I closed the book with determined snap
(then I put away pairs of shoes)
I filled three pages with things I knew
(I could've eaten my feelings instead)
Emptied my heart, cleared my head
(cramped hand and a pain in the neck).