I still remember....

Empty canvases stacked against the wall
lay hidden away in my art closet
like prisoners
begging me to put them to their intended used
every time I open the door.
Bits of unfinished,
in-progress,
or to do projects
litter the floor,
shelves,
corners,
put away for a day
when I have time,
or inspiration,
or energy.
I feel like a part of me lives in that closet-
the creator, the Artist-
waiting for a turn to occupy myself
again.
But the day-to-day Keeper of the Household
is hogging the space.
Your time will come;
I still remember you!