Treasure in the Dark

Posted by owner on July 11th, 2013 — in Memories

Treasure in the Dark

The dark cellar of painful memory is

Musty with cobwebs, dank, dirty and damp.

Don’t be afraid.

As you creep down the stairs, flip the switch.

Look with new eyes in the bare bulb’s light

And you may find

High in the corner tucked on a dusty shelf

A jar of peach preserves waiting to be opened

And spread on a wedge of warm toast.

As you savor the sweetness the pain melts away

A reminder there is treasure in the dark.