Remember Claremont

Anything Relavent: Nope, same as below

The WHY: The other day when i was hanging out with my friend Jan, we walked by my old house..and all of thease sad bittersweet memories came flooding bach..and that is what inspired this poem.

Remember Claremont

9 Claremont Terrace.

Where I spent my childhood.

Where my memories linger the wine stained crusty walls,

And where they are ripped off the dented dirty floorboards after ages have passed.

Everyone says poor you,

Sad thing,

Helpless.

They say this house is tangible pain.

They look from afar and see horrible things.

They look not unto the soul; but the surface.

The surface is not what I see.

I see beautiful,

Clear,

Bright,  happiness.

I see untouched clean painted walls,

And I see a polished luminous stage.

Not everyone one has the key to my sight

Only the ones who remember

Remember the sublime light shining within

Remember seeing 9 Claremont Terrace.

This is not the achual house..and it doesnt look that bad, but i needed something :P

Sincerly,
Sarah Jessica