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