Return To The Gated Path (Unmetered Rhyming Verse) by Mike Williams 04/26/2016 @ 8:50 A.M
Meandering in some recessed part of my head.
Where some old rooms were tucked away,
And some forgotten memories lay now dead.
There were also some delightful surprises,
I couldn’t recall that I ever once knew.
Delicate flowers that lined the walkways,
Short lived in shades of fugacious blue.
Each room that I entered contained suitcases,
Overflowing with yellowed vintage photographs.
From a lifetime of hoarded images collected,
And I realized that I knew not myself by half.
I questioned why I’d even bothered to keep,
These small trifles of my history ever at all.
Then I climbed up to the rooftops peering down,
And saw a great long stretching built up wall.
The structures of the rooms were each nested,
All along the walled edges of hope and pain.
I had built the wall brick by brick since childhood,
To protect myself from a world of mental strain.
The pictures simply served as reminders of,
Where I wanted to go and where I’d been.
Lay waiting in their keeping until one day,
I would discover the pathway gate again.
Image: digital art by : Andrea Surajbally (Moonglowlily)
animation by : George RedHawk (DarkAngelØne)