all in its place

I keep my sadness in the refrigerator 
In between a bowl of pudding
& half a serving of mac and cheese
a sad attempt to keep it fresh

I put my joy in my closet 
Hung up in front of a streaked mirror
& a dress I only wore once
Because I look in there everyday

My pride is in a box made of aluminum
That once held tubes of lip gloss
And butterfly hair clips
And eye shadow
Bold as the midnight sky

My smile is in my pocket
Ready for use 
Yet sometimes 
Very hard to apply

My life sits
Like an ornament or a trophy
On my computer desk
Gathering a layer of dust 

My energy is in my instrument case 
I hear it sometimes
A rap tap tapping a beat

My fear is in the desk drawer 
Next to my paper and pencils 
& my one little beat up heart