The Door/ The Mind's Door

A place. . .
     to keep things
     to hold information
     to remember.
A place. . .
     to roam
     to explore the unknown
     to think.
A place. . .
     unassuming
     overlooked
     and often forgotten.

Underneath it all
     Something is missing
     Something is wrong
     Something is off.

Always pondering -
Never quite realizing whats amiss.

Something said, something remembered.
The cogs  of the mind slowly shifting,
     finally clicking into place.

Memories, thoughts
     Long suppressed
     Flood back into the mind.

In a single moment
Everything
     Brighter, clearer,
     More defined.

The space grown considerably larger,
accompanied with a single freeing thought.