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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Walls filled with memories of yesteryears galore A painted rugged picture I’d never seen before Regretful ignorant actions portrayed on display Of a remorseful shallow entity induced to betray Trinkets, awards and certificates also nil to show Of activities and achievements as you watched me grow Photographs are missing, no proof on hand to confirm A struggling distraught adolescent; no conscious left to affirm Was I ever special to you or was I simply just another face For my wall of space seems empty; was I that much of a disgrace? I walked the Hall of memories in search of one positive set But all I found was disappointment and a shameful recurring regret So I bow my head and look down at the straps upon my heels Never glancing upwards, humiliated by what the hall revealed A non existent being with a past so invisibly out of sight A disgraceful putrid portrait of bitterness and infinite contrite As I walk The Hall of Shame, dreadfully longing for the end Taste of dishonor overwhelming my soul as you continue to condescend Then I saw a beautiful ray of light and a loving hand did then appear Guiding me thru this empty past; my humiliations seeming to disappear As he softly takes me by the hand and begins to take the lead My fingertips still search the walls for any past accommodating deeds For one swift moment I saw a glimpse of my previous glorious days The Hall of Shame disappearing; finally recognizing my talented displays © Stacy Lynn Stiles
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