Open Beams. Poem by Shelley L Baxter

I want open beams in the ceiling of my mind
plenty of lights, lots of space,
maybe a shadow or two inside.
There I can swing from rung to rung
from beams of hope and of pain.
Boards of love and of loss,
fully visible each memory clear.
None of my lived days lost,
a life not lived in vain.
An open mind like a parachute,
Sky’s the limit of all earthly houses.
A ceiling that I the owner can point and show,
all because it is a life fully lived.
All comings and goings noted;
all memories reside within
the walls of my mind.

Written April 6th 2005.