There are some rooms from childhood
That I still freely roam;
Though to some, the doors are locked-
And they are not quite whole.
And some find freedom in the world,
And some are prisoned, in it-
And some escape it's dreadful lock
To where, they first begin it.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-some-rooms-from-childhood/
