R is for Rooms

My mind is like a giant mansion
Filled with rooms of varying beauty
Some, bright colored, laughter filled
Others so dark no eyes can see pain
I take a broom labeled self-love and
Gather confidence in a room once lost
I first tackle some spaces with masks
I once hid behind, the smile now is real
I clear away cobwebs in rooms with
Long forgotten dreams and tell them 
That now it is their time to shine bright
The little artist that was me just smiles
I leave her to roam and enter a dark room
Turn on a light to find an older self caged
I grab my broom and brush at the bars
I painted around me as pain was too big
I hold my old self and whisper my love
Watch her fade in me as she lets go
I sweep the room and look through
The smile, a little wider, as I move along
I finally clear a big marble courtroom, 
a judge veiled in black towers above me
long forgotten selves cry for mercy, relief,
I heal with my broom and love my selves
Then I look at the judge, remove her veil
See the neglect in deep lines on her face
Of my ten year old self, bullied to judge
I cry as I hold her, and whisper my love
Then there is silence, the room is empty
Furnishings clear in one strong sweep
I sit in the room and set my dreams free 

I know I can live them, my future is bright 


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