Recesses of Memory – by Liberty

Running backwards
Down the halls of memory
Feet tripping on words
Words past spoken
People past known
Places past gone
In the deepest recesses of memory

Some things better left forgotten
Some better remembered
Bringing tears
Joy, anger and
Frustration
Some play as a cinematic showcase
Some come in frightening flashes

Sitting on grandma’s knee
Age four
Seeing a friend in a pool of blood
Age 17
Some things better remembered
Some better left forgotten
All in the deepest recesses of memory

Opportunities passed by
Risks taken regardless
Of consequences
Surprises discovered
Both upsetting and exciting
Looking back, like through the
Windows of a home by a child on a dark street

Can’t stand to see anymore
Make it stop please
Running to the end of the hall
Doors slammin closed as passed
The darkness tries to catch
And encase, strangling
Back against wood breathing heavily

Close the door.