Staircase of Memories

by

Faye Hoffman

I climb up to the shelter,
of a space between the wall.
The staircase of my memories.
A place that's dark and small.

Where no single soul can find me.
A room noone else can see.
Hidden from the outside world,
in a place,where I am free.

To escape from disappointments,
when the world has left me cold.
There I go to hide my sorrows,
and reminisce some days of old.

Come share with me my memories,
from a time so long ago.
Safely stored above the stairway,
overhead,but deep below.

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