This Room Poem by Joan Hart

Oh it’s messy, so messy
This room in my heart
Emotions attached to no reason-
Thrown around, torn apart

All too often I come here
It’s easy to find
But I get lost in the maze,
Parts of me left behind

The remnants of memories
Of pain the world never sees
I sit and I study
Who I used to be

Each wound becomes new again,
And I mourn them once more
As I sit in the filth
That covers the floor

Nothing makes sense here,
It’s all smoke and mirrors
I’m consumed by my heartache
I am ruled by my fear

One day I’ll be rid
Of this room for good
I’ll stack up my pain
To serve as my wood

I’ll light a match to this place
Let the flames spread around
And I’ll watch all my sadness
Burn to the ground