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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The inn of my Heart has many rooms; I thought I knew them all. They were peopled with husband, children, family and friends. Even God had a room, and I visited them all frequently. I really didn't think there were any more rooms; Until one day, while walking through my Inn, I discovered a suite of rooms unoccupied. "Who is this for?" I loudly asked, "And why have not these rooms been used?" No one could tell me who, and no one could tell me why. So I stumbled around the rooms exclaiming over the things that I found there. But as surely as day must dawn the realization slowly came, and with such a sense of discovery, I stood there in awe wondering what I would do. For I had entered the rooms filled with the essence of me. There were all the hopes, and dreams, and feelings, of one human soul. And when I looked with understanding, I saw that even the ugly things had not been forgotten here. It was a fearful thing to be confronted with myself, to see so clearly all the things I had long ignored. You see, the things we ignore, hoping they'll go away, simply move into our rooms and wait for rediscovery. Your turn will come, if it hasn't already, to enter your suite of rooms and be confronted with all the essence of you. What will you do? And, what am I going to do now? Escape and close the door? Lock it? Build a wall in front of it? Try to forget the things I found in my suite of rooms? Put my blinders back on? Or will I have the courage to move into my rooms; to become familiar with those intangibles that exist in all of us; To learn to live with the ugly things, and not be defeated by them; To sort out the useable from all the rest, and use it with enthusiasm; To know that what I found here won't always suit those around me, But acknowledge it anyway. I stand now in the doorway, looking out, looking in, wondering . . . Submitted 17 Sept 2016 To Contest: What Might They Find There
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