We all have closets in the back of our minds,
at the edge of the void where consciousness loses its reach.
Most seal the door with the skeleton key of their subconscious,
locking away skeletons crafted from suppressed memories
hanging by nooses woven from emotion and trauma.
Left unattended, they decay,
fading as consciousness fades.
Yet there are a few who, though their closets remain shut,
The light of self-awareness is left on,
bathing the skeletons that have fallen from their nooses
onto the floor of understanding.
There, flesh grows back upon the bones,
and the subconscious feeds on this through self-awareness,
nourishing the intellect.
What was once hidden becomes fuel,
driving us toward understanding.
“Skeleton Key” Illustration and Poem 11/2025 iPad iPencil Procreate
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No AI was used in the creation of this cranial incarnation, it is original art by JDB.
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