Here is a Verse in one Chapter of Life; wallpaper peeling from secrets that held on to strife.
For children are born with tenderness, unbeknownst to pain; look within their eyes to see rainbows past the rain.
Perhaps if I took wisdom and peeled it to its core, then I’d find my spirit and happiness once more.
Instead, my heart is tethered to the ache and break about; inside my voice is screaming, ‘shut it up and get it out!’
Tired of this depression that lingers on my skin; weathered branches of pain and long-forgotten sin.
Yet every single chapter seems to bring the old along; perhaps I might forget if I hadn’t heard the song.
Click, I hear the camera, in my mind to find the pictures; a flash into the past when everything was sure.
Walls held all the memories and closets crammed with clothes; bitterness behind me as I no longer fit into those.
Who I am in this moment, I have never been before; stepping from fresh concrete to an old and creaky floor.
It’s madness, for security, should bring the final clue, yet here I sit with brand new walls and still I’m missing you.
Foolish, I suppose, for living in the past, but there was where the happiness, I thought would always last.
Tears smear upon the paper as I type these words in vain; never will I live within the gentle peace again.
Cindy, my dear poet, seek the words that heal and write them, believe them and inspiring other by sharing them.
Larry, thank you my dear friend. Yes, words of inspiration and joy shall be in my future.
Cindy,
I held my breath as I read every word… feeling the pain, holding your heart.
Heart breaking and beautiful. #peace #tranquility.
Carolyn, thank you so much for your thoughtfulness, empathy and compassion. I appreciate your kindness.