A Cupboard Full of Yesterdays

'A cupboard full of yesterdays' was a phrase I heard used by Neil Oliver last year in a documentary about Scottish explorer Thomas Blake Glover. It was such an evocative expression it stuck in my head for days. When the writing group I was a part of met in February I put it forward as a prompt. Some wrote short stories, some poetry and there was even a one act play. It was quite intriguing to discover how differently everyone had interpreted the words.  

Because I alway find it quite difficult to post at this time of year ( I've said before I don't really 'do' resolutions so I can't write about that and as I wasn't particularly productive last year I can't put together any sort of crafty retrospective ) I thought I'd cheat slightly and use my offering to the group since it could be seen, if you screw up your eyes - tightly , as some sort of new seasons aim.   

Clearing my cupboard 

It's time.

Time to discard

the ratty, matted oversize jumpers of failed relationships

and missed opportunities,

to dispose

of the long heavy coat of regret.

Time to cast off

shapeless smocks of intended snubs 

and imagined slights,

to shed

the old shabby robe of self doubt.

It is time.

Time to get rid

of skin tight suits of expectation,

black bin bag

the track pants of low self esteem.

Time to let go

of the dull, drab tones of disappointment

and Parental dismay.

It.

Is. 

Time.

Time to make room

for Jessica Rabbits red sequined dress

Happy New Year to you :o) I hope its a good one.