100 Words- May 5, 2015

The corridor of my past is lined with doors- doors that house, sometimes imprison, those things we call memories. Some of those doors are locked, labeled, “Enter At Your Own Risk”. Other doors are open slightly, or wide, accessible. Many are even a joy to encounter.

It is a 72 year long corridor. History, too, lies behind those doors- a World War, creation of States, the birth of The United Nations, moon landings, joys, fears, laughter and tears. Shadows have formed at the beginning of the corridor, making some truths harder to see. A blessing?  Who will live to say so?

 

 

 

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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