October 5, 2020

How deep inside do I dare probe,
Allow my feelings to disrobe,

Explore the rooms behind locked doors?
Discarded memories line the floors,

Encased in dust, years of neglect,
Just cast aside, shown no respect.

Perhaps the years have brought to light
Some meaningful and new insight.

If past mistakes just go to waste
They’ll rot and leave a bitter taste.

Throw open doors, let in the sun,
Keep probing more, I’m still not done.

God knows my heart, no need to hide,
He’ll help make sense of what’s inside.

He heals me from the inside out,
Restores my joy, once more to shout.

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