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

From the mires to the wind

evitaoz

Brogo, Australia

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Living with someone with depression tests my optimism, at times. Poetry is my window to my wind.

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