I walked those dark halls of times past
searching from whence a voice called to me,
a lonely voice calling for help,
one who lost all meaning of life,
with a heart as empty as the dark halls
There was only one door to the heart
which pleaded for love and acceptance,
yet no door could I find,
turn after turn in every direction
only blank walls did I see.
At times the voice seemed to fade,
then come back again,
ringing in my ears and pounding
in my head, pleading for help,
a hopeless voice crying
in the dark halls.
I called out, don’t go away,
I hear you, I will find you,
and the voice answered back,
I am here, I am within
this darkness of times past.
A dim light glowed ahead of me
and shadows of the past floated
by, fading away when I saw them,
I knew what and who they were,
and they disappeared when I
With each shadow that faded
the light grew brighter,
then all shadows were gone
and I saw the door.
I opened the door and the
bright light flooded into the dark room,
into the heart that hid in darkness,
I saw a very young girl,
myself from long ago,
I embraced her with a love
I found you!
I am here I told her,
and will never leave you,
I am here and I love you.
© 2020 Phyllis Doyle Burns
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