The door to my soul had so rarely been used.
The key wouldn’t turn. The lock flatly refused.
The lock finally yielded, I opened the door.
My footsteps left prints on that dusty old floor.
I walked to the window and opened the shade,
Revealing the cluttered-up mess I had made.
The stuff pilled in heaps and just scattered about,
Caused me to shudder and filled me with doubt.
Could I ever make sense of this room full of stuff?
Could I deal with this muck? Was my courage enough?
I sat on the floor and I prayed for a while.
Then God gave me courage to start on a pile.
Discarded old memories I’d long ago stored.
I thought they were gone but they’d just been ignored.
As I sorted each memory I found in the piles,
I tagged some with sadness and others with smiles.
As I searched for a purpose in each one reviewed,
I found comfort and peace with each memory renewed.
I saw scattered around me the feelings that came
From the memories I filed, so I tagged them by name.
I made progress on cleaning some piles of debris.
Though much more remained, I now needed no key.
I left the room open and let in the light.
I go there more often, it’s now in plain sight.