Echoes of Emotion
Reverberations of the Heart
In the hollow halls of memory's maze
Voices call out from long departed days
Each word and phrase that lingers in this place
Bursts forth again with untamed grace
Like echoes down a canyon's stony walls
With no regard for reason's usual laws
Without my will they shout and sing and scold
Those ghostly echoes from the past's dark folds
They rumble forth from somewhere deep within
Erupting with a fervor to be heard
Reminding me of where I've been and who I was
Before experience left its marks and scars
No barrier or guard can block their sound
These echoes shake the firmest footing found
Rattling the cages I've constructed round
Terrains I thought were safe and settled ground
But in their reckless repetitions there resides
A chance to learn – if I quiet my mind and listen
Let them speak their wild truths unrestrained
And meaning make of what today seems strange
For in these echoes living yet inside
Beats the true pulse of all I feel and hide
Long buried sous, uncovered and revived
May teach me how to heal wounds scarred with time
So I will walk with patience through this place
And give due ear to each voice that I face
Mine what wisdom still remains beneath the pain
Set free what's changed, and leave behind the chains.
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This was so positive and uplifting! Loved your poem!