Self-Storage

I have a cold store
for my feelings
the unbearably painful ones
colour coded in red, packed in ice,
and kept in the deep freeze
for the time being
to retain my sanity.

I froze the amber coloured ones, ,
my many fears of conflict,
disagreement or disapproval,
stacked them out of sight
to defrost slowly,
to be dealt with later
when I am stronger.

The ones in green
that repress truths,
avoiding the risk of change
I hang near the door
like plaited braids of garlic chains
to ward off evil spirits of self delusion.
They are continually aired
by the cool breeze of reason,
a constant reminder,
to tackle them soon.