The Rooms of the Past

Underneath the exterior there lays a person trapped

With feelings that don’t know how to rise to the surface

Pushed down over the years by life experiences

Childhood traumas that are stored in locked rooms

Separated by walls built to stand the test of time

The mind jumping from room to room

Like a time traveler just visiting for a moment

Catching glimpses of scenes that are violent and painful

Some scenes that just repeat over and over

Until they become a way of life

The facade of a perfect home

Propagaded by a social butterfly

Demanding excellence without contribution

Forcing words to be swallowed down

Never opening the door

To all of those words unspoken

Trapped in the crevices and cracks

Alcohol would be an easy fix

To drown out the screams

But that’s how the story began

That’s how she fixed the pain

That’s how she found comfort

So now to break the cycle

To stay longer in the happy places

Those not locked up in the furthest corners

Those memories of the good times

Of love and laughter and play

Running the hallways of the mind

Learn from the mistakes of our parents

Don’t dwell on the cobwebs and skeletons

Look at the life in front of you

Fill the rooms with love and happiness

Eventually your house will be overflowing

And the scary parts will just disappear