That’s when I learned to fold up my feelings, place them in a plastic bag and lock them away in the closet of my mind. The plastic kept the hurt fresh.It’s Time to Clean Out Your Closet68713Anne PetersonMeg KonovskaFollowJul 10, 2017 · 1 min readAmazing metaphor!! Anne, this is goose-bumps poetry in prose! ❤ You are so talented with words!