Pages of my Life

As I strolled through the hallway of my memory

I glanced at the faded images on the wall

Unframed, unnumbered and unorganized
They had my name and droplet of my tears

Some were worn
Some were torn
Some were crushed
Some were erased

Some were written in a haze
No two pages were the same

Pages were stolen and rebound
Rewritten and distorted

The sadness and the tone
Told a story of it’s own

The anguish and the plight
Tells a story of my life

These pages weren’t written yesterday
Neither will they be corrected tomorrow

Pages of my life I’ll never recover
Redeem
Reclaim

Stolen pages of my life are gone forever

- Anthony Thomas