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A Haunting Melody Of My Life Experiences

The ones that shaped me into the person I am

My Soul is protected, hidden away safely

It is housed in its own separate beautiful box,

One that needs its own key, in a steel safe

Rarely opened, rarely seen, behind its lock.

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It shares its box with shards and ashes

The remnants of my life and memories,

Pieces torn, wilted and finally set alight

Burnt bridges and other such accessories.

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That box holds my successes, my failures

And my dreams of who I would love to be,

A total sum of every experience and whim

The good, the bad, the ugly, all set to free.

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Every now and then I’ll take the box out

And I will take a peek inside, to remember,

I’ll sift through the ashes, and the shards

Feelings the sadness, pain and temper.

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All these are a stark reminder of my life

Of experiences that helped shape me,

A reminder that they may have hurt

I survived as none of it could break me.

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All the shards, ashes and memories

Are a great testament to my strength,

They ensure that I don’t forget at all

The hurt and pain I kept at arms length.

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As I lift the lid of my most precious box

I listen to the haunting melody that plays,

A musical theatrical song of my life

Taming the heartache and offers praise.

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I love that melody that’s mine alone

It’s what sets both you and I apart,

The haunting melody soothes my Soul

And settles the darkness in my heart. 

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