Looking through the windows of my mind
I remember all my sorrow
and all of my joy
it’s not always easy to open these windows
sometimes I need a reminder
to keep them well-greased
after all
memory is a true miracle
isn’t it?
therefor well worth the maintenance
the imagery that I see inside
can be a powerful minefield
choosing to run away or face my fears
confronting my very own ghosts
and things that haunt me
opening my memoirs to moments of joy
that I wouldn’t change for anything
closing to those
that I wish to forget forever
if I keep hope fresh
deep within my mind
oiled well,
I can achieve anything.