The Happy Home

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If I portray the appearance

   Of devout perseverance

Only promise the assurance

   Of predestined disappearance

Each of us like a wave

   Back and forth , as before

Asked by gravity to behave

   Instinctively crash against the shore

We are not out of place

   Just souls out of placement

In search of attic space

   However stuck in the basement

The attic is where

   We all long to be

The basement is there

   To store past memories

Memories stored in the attic

   Over years may collect dust

Forgotten remnants in the basement

   Become dilapidated and rust

You can always dust off

   Those sweet attic dreams

Those basement nightmares you scoff

   Your raw and wounded past screams

We as humans possess

    An innate ability to store

An ability to suppress

    Sensations felt before

We pack them in cases

    Adorned with a label

Forgetting those sensations had faces

    Sort them out when we're able

Those basement memories

    You deny and avoid

Perhaps without those memories

    Attic dreams would be destroyed

Unpack those captive memories

    You have trapped in a box

Both the attic and the basement

    Possess the same key for their locks

We all have our pasts

    Some buried, some suppressed

Finally , we should all try at last

    To put this theory to the test

Both the attic and the basement

    Have keys to unlock the soul

Together in divine placement

    To make the home a whole...

Author's Note

Cant wait for your thoughts, opinions, critiques, etc....