Could I crawl around in the attic of your mind?
To see what forgotten items I could find.
Strike a match to illuminate the room
Thousands of boxes fill this silent tomb.
Scanning the contents on hands and knees
Labels speak out the shuttered memories.
Childhood, adolescent, adult lessons and trials
Expand into space for miles and miles.
Within the darkness spectral points of light
Singing out about times that were bright.
In corners neglected dust encrusted toys
One box overflows with scribblings from girls and boys.
Behind a pyramid of regret, around a wall of fear
A small glowing chest sits alone but near.
“Potential” inscribed across the top in golden letters.
Curious I unlatch the sturdy untarnished fetters.
A life yet to be fulfilled spills out before me.
Torrent of emotions flooding my consciousness to behold:
Love and Laughter
Joy and Jubilation
Pleasure and Peace
All these unfold in the blink of my watering eyes
The life you will build potentially could reach the sky
All these dreams, desires, designs are within you
But this is something you already knew.
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