Running from the past, searching for the future. |
Four black walls No windows Not windows as you would think Not windows to the outside But windows to the past All over the walls like pictures Each one opens to a different moment in time A few good, some bad But mostly pain Moments of sorrow Moments of sadness Times of regret and guilt Instances of doubt... Periods of betrayal Each one holds a memory A recollection of a time A feeling locked in each remembrance All the memories of all the feelings Every image begins to assault There is no way out No escape No door with which to remove myself No solitary, unoccupied corner to hide Turning, looking, searching It only expands the memories Filling in the gaps between them Until it becomes a whole, complete painting A full window to that time So real, so full Even the tears, the touch, the cold can be felt It fully assaults the mind Threatening to consume all sanity To break the mind as it did the heart To finish what was started Pressing against the opposite wall Straining to become smaller To not be noticed A line of light runs down the wall And finally the way of escape is shown A deliverance from the past, a doorway out A hand takes hold of mine and pulls me through I step out of the darkness Out of the pain, the memory Into a light of healing The wounds heal, but the scars serve as reminders With back to the room I face the light Running from the past... Searching for the future. Chad Jones 26 June 2007 |