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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.







Comments

  1. ELVIS MIDIGO18 March 2013 at 14:00

    every picture gives memory whether a sad story or a happ
    y story.keep it up this so encouraging

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