Allow me to show you this place over here
Where the room is messy, yet suitably organized for me.
The air is full of beer and cigarettes but it seems vacant
Like at one time there was a flurry of activity, but now there is none.
This other room is completely empty
Though it looks like a child scratched pictures into the floor
Things maybe she wanted, but didn’t ever get.
Then you walk to a wall and see more of them
Perhaps these terrible things, are what she got instead.
In yet another room lies pieces of paper
Random writings lay all over the floor
Some seem to speak of history, while some seem to sting
Yet once in a while you grab one that sounds of love and forgiveness.
This room was the catharsis, the beginning of the journey to healing.
The next room seems to confuse you
It is nearly destroyed
Doors are off hinges, a mess everywhere
Thinking I’ve taken you to the wrong room, you enter the hallway
But it is the next room
You look around it for a minute and see the stains of blood
Thinking the pain must have been terrible, you look at me
Immediately looking back down at the floor, and the mess
You take my hand and swear you will heal me.
“Do you see any wounds? I’m healed.”