Dark Halls of Times Past
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
I wandered.
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
forgave them.
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
profoundly deep.
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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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am currently an author on HubPages.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.
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What seemed like a forlorn plea into the past was finally answered. A touching poem, Phyllis.
Thank you so much, John. Take care.
Phyllis , Awesome work as usual , hope my long lost friend is well , for some reason when I go to log anymore to write it comes up “FORBIDDEN , unable to access from this server !” Still read your words and great and miss contributing !
Be Well .
Ed Fisher .
Hello Ed, my dear friend. It is so good to hear from you. I will send you a link so you can sign on to TCE and I hope you can share some of your wonderful work with us. Take care.
A haunting tale with a fantastic ending. Very well done Phyllis.
Thank you very much, Kurt. Glad you enjoyed it. Take care.
I love this poem Phyllis. The way you accept yourself with open arms at the end, well crafted. Jamie
A most expressive poem. Enjoyed it. There have been times it seems voice of the past have called me on the wind.
As always , The Goddess of fixing things , My friend Phyllis !
Thank you for finding my way in !
You are most welcome Ed. Thank you for coming back to TCE. It is a pleasure to see you here again my friend.