My Room of Things Past

remnants of

life past are spread out

within my sanctuary

little things

some important

all part of a life before

look there

Shattered Hopes and Dreams

not mine

others

my room of things past

tell me who I am

sometimes that is good

most often not

this room is not orderly

no

like much of my past

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 don't know I've made peace

with myself

I've

unfilled my heart

of the Sanctimonious Ones

who were also there

pointing, sniggering

at my trials and disappointments

I was told

forgive yourself

of your sins of human frailty

and you shall have peace

and I did

why then

that being the case

do I stand

once again

at the gateway

of

my sanctuary

where all the bones are buried

©November 24, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton