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.