Here is an attempt to write, jogged by a post by Jensinewell “Walking Through Doors” and how we often forget what we were looking for once we have changed environments. My comment to her post was that I have to stop walking through doors because I can’t remember anything. She suggested staying in one room to see if my memory improved, but which room?
The Memory Room
My mind is full of memories:
lessons learned, taught, memorized, forgotten.
Snapshots of my childhood
reality or stories told too often?
Years pass and memories layer like shingles on a roof.
Protection that gets added to, even as it decays over time.
Corners chip, debris erodes, layers buried.
Some are lost in storms, unnoticed for the moment, ’til needed.
A damaged section causes grief and needs attending to.
But where is it?
That Memory, that shingle
that has been
The Memory Room is there to fill in all the gaps;
from the grocery item you didn’t write down,
and forgot as soon as you walked out of the house,
to the exam question that you studied so hard for,
and lost the answer to as soon as you started the exam.
When list making or studying is done in the Memory Room,
those memories are never forgotten.
They are written write into your long term memory
as if they were your genetic makeup.
So take care what you choose to learn in there!
But there is yet a deeper side to the Memory Room
for memories of the past.
Sit in the room and be still, but not alone,
and all of your past will come back to you –
you cannot pick and choose.
Oh, that you could.
For that is what I fear –
that there will be something
I don’t want to see,
or possible worse,
nothing at all.