~ Room of Memories ~

~ Room of Memories ~

As I enter the room of memories,
The room of strength and fall,
I look upon the pictures.
That adorn each and every wall,
Each one tells a story,
From life's future, present and past,
some of them hold glory,
some did, but didn't last.

The wall behind I try to forget,
It's the wall that holds the most,
Each picture inside each frame,
Roaming my mind like a ghost,
Haunting and taunting as I try to smile,
And not letting me forget the pain,
To think I used to sit and hope to fit,
That picture in a sparkling frame.

On the wall to the right lies many,
Each picture sparkling new,
They remind me of a little army,
Each one trying to break through,
There's no battle lying ahead of them,
Maybe just a wall,
Not one of them would I condemn,
It's they themselves who fall.

On the wall to the left there's frames of jewels,
Nothing time could measure,
With each picture lies a memory,
For each one gave me something I treasure,
Thoughts of love and happiness,
Or lessons to be learned,
Some helped remove the blindness,
Or fed me what I yearned.

Now the wall ahead I face,
Is the grandest wall of all,
Each picture hung with grace,
I hope they never fall,
This wall lies close to my heart,
And each picture is framed in gold,
Inside each frame lies pure art,
and a story I treasure and hold.

So as I sit inside this room,
And look at all the pictures on the walls,
I'm sure I'll find the answers,
And overcome the falls,
For all these walls hold strength,
And for that alone I should smile,
And all hold lessons I have learned.
Even though it took a while.