From the mires to the wind
Those walls of yours
Are not invisible
You have graffitied
The contents of your baggage
In dried up blood colours
Pictures of the centre
Of your mire
Ugliness made stunning
These memories of yours
Aren’t hidden
You have etched them
From behind your sanity
Onto an innocent canvas
Pain served as sacred
Your burden
So utterly undigested
This heart of mine
Is not whole
You have sliced it
With toxic shards
Of disillusions
Then stitched it up
With unpaid for promises
Dripping with remorse
This world of ours
Is not that hideous
Let the weeds grow
In your cracks of beauty
Let the wind back
Under your wings
Unchain me and
Smell the scent of freedom
Comments
Fabulous write. Passionate and compassionate. xo
thanks magpie and xo right back!
– evitaoz
yes, all disease is contagious. to love someone diseased you must grow an imunity. You describe the relationship with elegence and sensitivity. Your words are like feathers for wings you are not using. between the words every aching heart of humanity lifts you like a thermal to freedom and the sun
thank you oh chris of poetic comments:)
– evitaoz
Hard for the one who has it but harder still for the one that doesn’t. Beautifully done as I felt each and every line.
Thank you Tony for your insightful comment
– evitaoz
Evitaoz, reading this I couldn’t help thinking it should be hanging on the wall beside Vincent Van Gogh’s self-portrait. nice one
Galaticos! this must be the most interesting comment I have ever received. It made me smile and think…..thanks so much
– evitaoz
What a terrific piece of writing my friend..this captivated me from the moment I began reading..I hear you so loudly..thank you for sharing.
chris, thank you for reading and hearing it. I hope you are flying free my brotha
– evitaoz
so well written Evita…..difficult to see suffering in others without being affected in some way. Liked the way you described this two way dynamics. Sometimes we forget how difficult it can be for the people around the sufferers. Great write, and one that many can relate to. xoxo
and hard to watch a person succumb to their shadows and baggage. I try , not always successfully, to come from the heart. Being happy is so much easier, it is surprising not more people give it a try;)
– evitaoz