"Place"

you place your feelings-
all organized and catalogued
in a box
and put them
high on a shelf
to be picked through and looked at
some time during your leisure-
because that's what you were taught to do.
maybe you'll even forget about them
if you're lucky...
but how about
keeping that box
out in the open~
with the lid off
and spilling the contents out-
letting them make a mess all over the place
and dealing with "the clean up"-
(i bet you would have a lot of help)

This poem is for the OSI prompt this week - "place"