Memory Museum

Memories
Displayed in a museum
My gallery
Exposing
My life’s moments
Sad, framed scenes
Portraits of despair
Hearts broken
Beyond repair
Strokes of blue dappled grey
Memories that refuse to fade
Yet, even in Van Gogh’s saddest work
Purple, pink, and gold splashes
Scatter hope

Joyous moments dance
Painting shimmering light
Of love
Laughter
Warm light
Buttery bright
But one mural hides
In the corner
Dark with doom
Reflecting Picasso’s
Fear and gloom
Overgrown anguish
And demanding doubts
Shaping chaos too big
To flout

I want to scream
Break my gallery’s
Sacred silence
Yet, I refuse to disturb
The patrons appreciating
Munch’s anxious art

My memory museum
Personal artwork
Some muted
Some bright
Capture fear
Capture fright
Yet, each work
A treasure
Valued
Only
By me

Published by TheOtherKLM

I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to... I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess. Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter. So, that’s me. More or less.

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