TALE OF WALLS

For every room, there’s a memory

And for every memory emerges a story

A tale of joy, a tale of pain

An account camouflaged with endless tragedy, or one that’s simply plain.

A portrayal of delight shared with one or more

Or a representation of gloom behind its very door

I cannot help but remember,

In my forced isolation

The image highlighted on those walls

On every white wall, were stains… blemish that refuted effort to overlook them

They looked repulsive

But with a dead conscience, they suddenly felt attractive

On the wall with the window

Was a little light, that illustrated the curves of my shadow

It was my only companion… silent, but true to me, with every tomorrow

Behind me, is where it lay

But within me, was a seclusion I fight ‘til today

To my right, yet another wall

I remember it…

From it came the torment

From it emerged the memory of sounds

Sounds that once chocked me to death

Echoes that caused me to literally lose my breath

I became insane

Nobody but my shadow knew, for it was within my domain

Adjacent to it was the ‘bleeding’ wall

I remember it all too well…

On it I cried, on it my heart bled

On it were markings that I made… wishing I was dead

On it were several trails made out by my tears

To prove to anyone who walked in, I smiled… yes, but I still owned my fears

You wouldn’t know, neither could you see

Until you had my eyes, everyone around me was blind as could be

But behind me was positioned the last wall… the one with the door

This door,

One too many times was the opening to my safety

Through it, I walked.

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad,

Sometimes genuine-but most times, a pretending lad.

Looking back, I wouldn’t want to go back there again

The damaged it caused was one only God could mend

And He did, and still is…

By placing me in a room with four fresh walls.

Walls of purity, full of sufficient grace

Walls with assurance of a helping hand in this difficult but amazing race

I sometimes look for the stains, but they do not appear

I feel their impact and suddenly begin to fear

But God walks right in and calms my raging sea

Letting me know, “It is well my child, You are safe with me.”

Four fresh walls, I finally dwell in thee

May Love and abundant blessing promised by my Heavenly Father, rest upon and within me.