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Room of Things Past

 
 
remnants of
a past life is spread out
within my sanctuary
little things
some are important
all part of a life before
just look at that . . .
Shattered Hopes and Dreams
my room of things past
tell me who I was
maybe still am
at times that is good
often times not so much
the sanctuary is not orderly
no
like much of my life
a hodgepodge of things
overlapping
seeking recognition
solace
I stand at its entrance
listening to the moans of Lost Love
seeing reality of days gone by
there, look there
A Glimmer of Hope shines faintly in the corner
a smile creases my face
remembering joy in my heart and a new start
but with a death rattle
Glimmer of Hope’s light goes out
in its place
a Williwaw blew
Incriminations and Accusations my way
they know not I’ve made peace
with myself
I’ve . . .
unfilled my heart
of  the Sanctimonious Ones
who were there also
pointing and sniggering
at my trials and disappointments
I was told
forgive yourself
and you will have peace
and I did that
why then
that being the case
do I once again stand
at the gateway
of
my sanctuary
where all the bones are buried
 
©Jerry Pat Bolton
Written by standingmyground
Published | Edited 28th Aug 2016
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