The dark Corridors...

Every now and then we take a walk in the long twisted corridors of our minds.

Behind the closed doors that represent the days we’ve lived,

We find the dusty shelves that hold our memories.

Some memories are kept on pretty clean shelves.

Cherished and cared for.

Remembered and Loved!

Some memories are left out with dust piling up on them.

Uncared for and abandoned.

Unloved and disregarded!

We love to go back to our favorite memories,

Relive them over and over in our minds.

We try to avoid unwanted reminders of unwanted moments.

Try to overlook them, pretend that they are not there

And at the back of the long and twisted corridor,

There’s a door standing alone.

The One door we don’t dare open.

The one door that conceals our deepest secrets,

Our worst fears and our scariest memories.

The door that leads to our darkest side.

We don’t like to open that door.

We pretend it’s not there.

We pray that it doesn’t burst open.

We turn back leaving the corridors,

Leaving the good, the bad and the ugly memories.

We know we’ll be back soon for another walk.

We take one last look at what makes us who we are,

And head back to the present.