Return To The Gated Path (Unmetered Rhyming Verse) by Mike Williams 04/26/2016 @ 8:50 A.M

I was wondering around a gated path, 
Meandering in some recessed part of my head. 
Where some old rooms were tucked away, 
And some forgotten memories lay now dead. 
There were also some delightful surprises, 
I couldn't recall that I ever once knew. 
Delicate flowers that lined the walkways, 
Short lived in shades of fugacious blue. 

Each room that I entered contained suitcases, 
Overflowing with yellowed vintage photographs. 
From a lifetime of hoarded images collected, 
And I realized that I knew not myself by half. 
I questioned why I'd even bothered to keep, 
These small trifles of my history ever at all. 
Then I climbed up to the rooftops peering down, 
And saw a great long stretching built up wall. 

The structures of the rooms were each nested, 
All along the walled edges of hope and pain. 
I had built the wall brick by brick since childhood, 
To protect myself from a world of mental strain. 
The pictures simply served as reminders of, 
Where I wanted to go and where I'd been. 
Lay waiting in their keeping until one day, 
I would discover the pathway gate again.