Locked Rooms
A ghost comes back to haunt me. To uncover
Something of the past which long ago
I shut away in a room in my mind,
And locked the door and hid the key.
Yet the ghost now finds and opens that door,
So all I felt for good or ill escapes into the house.
I'll let it roam a while and then
I'll push it gently back into that room
What is in that room is there for me to visit,
Not for the ghost to release,
Because the past is good for learning from
But not for living with.
I like this poem a great deal.
Very thoughtful, and clever.
Well done.