Remodeling

You feel foreign in this place;
These six perpendicular planes
are where I would come to die.
We have here a box of memories, forgotten songs
ringing and repeating a thousand
terrifying refrains.

This room took from me Mellissa
and gave to me Nick Drake
This room consumed Elizabeth
and recited "The Rain King"
But I escaped to find you
rising from the lake
and we returned to this room
and decided to repaint-

With colors and with trumpets
With beaches and with trees
With texture and with motion
Snares and tambourines.

And for the first time in years
I feel I can write along to a marching beat
and I with each blistered step I
thank the Lord for the pain beneath my feet
Cause I don't know what is coming
I don't know my way
but we'll keep the pace
and no matter how far we
trek on and beyond,
we'll be holding on to
our place.

See...I'm not always depressing. Hope you enjoyed it!