Stories from the Past

With fear and trepidation I slip in,
The screams of mystery wash ore,
Ghostly stories of times long past,

There is pain here, suffering, yearning,
Tension fills the very air, I need to know,
Carefully listening, I need hear their voice,

In opening myself, visions begin to flow,
Odd bits spread across the floor bring hints,
Dimmest of light glimmers, bringing focus import,
Understanding comes slow, brief glimmers revealed,

So lost, so hidden, yet meaning comes to mind,
And with meaning the hidden brings understanding,
So, relaxed, I sit back, take it all in, and begin to learn,
Only need patience, resisting judgment, and simply allow,

easy…

SilentRoomOfPainPencil

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