Today a curtain opened so much softer than a door; The view can still be covered but it's less scary than before. Sometimes I peer through the opening, Just to see what strength is needed, take in the scene and draw a breath To dispel the dark that was seeded. A candle held to the opening Will lend much comfort and light, If the memories laid down before me Make me want to flee at the sight.
Facing the past, confronting the ghosts Is part of a long time healing. Dreams reflecting many parts of me Leave open wounds revealing The deepest cuts of pains sharp edge Understanding allows a soft fall, Perspective from another place, Makes that hellish time seem small. I need to write and empty this head remove the bad from my soul, terminate the guilt, dissolve the shame make me and this inner child whole.
Kerry if writing drives the badness out of your soul then you must be Mother Terrasa by now. But dont overdo it, I like a touch of badness in women. This is a very serious poem and demonstrates the power of writing not only to inspire and help others but to help the author themselves.
The selfish poet
Little poet starts to cry I have no replies, oh why, oh why To get replies you have to give em On others work, then your forgiven.
Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Sept 28, 2009 6:32:37 GMT -5
Kerry, I swear I thought I'd replied to this already. This poem reveals the ultimate worth of catharsis, allowing us to put the good and bad into perspective, and release what we feel is holding down our souls. *exalt* Truth put on paper. Well, electronic paper.
Post by apocalypticjay on Oct 5, 2009 12:20:17 GMT -5
Exceptional rhyming Kermit!!! But how many times do I have to tell you you don't have to feel guilt my darling stop getting so down on your self!!! Your my bezzie mate and you are great!!! hehe another great UP write! xx