The flaws of humanity–
shredded and torn
tied and knotted
then stitched together
again and again
The flaws of humanity–
stripped and folded
bundled and bartered
then dealing the currency
again and again
The flaws of humanity–
belong to each of us
blood-curdled hands
in marching or folded arms
again and again
Yet still we rise above–
some seek a higher purpose
kissing our blemishes
our bruises and flaws
again and again
When shadows’ footfalls stalked my toiling tread,
Grey skies convoluted me in ominous surprise;
Smog smothered my mind, pulsed my heart with dread.
Then life’s train derailed haplessly before my eyes.
With blind vision and ambivalence, I stumbled.
Faint glimmers of light appeared as but a dream,
Of a distant love whose words I now mumbled.
Then wheels taxied the runway in a silent scream.
I prayed and begged forgiveness in a church,
But my mind and my heart seemed to disagree.
Wild winds blew in, toppling spirit off its perch
Then ship’s bow tossed turning tides endlessly.
In the cold air of an evening, I heard an infant’s cry,
My senses unfurled, released in a heartfelt sigh!
A truth finally revealed,
So many things concealed
In the sealed depths of my mind,
So much meaning still undefined.
But now that I have come to know
What happened so many bleak years ago
I stand and watch the old house as it falls,
Seeing the cracks in the foundations and the walls.
I see the worn stained threads of the human fabric
Mismatching colors, frayed ends, all so tragic
And after all the tears and unsolicited fears,
Acceptance settles me after many wasted years.
In the gloom and dankness of those rooms
I sweep up the clutter and cobwebs with my brooms
The time for fairytales and missed birthday cakes
Is no longer an important part of old heartaches.
Time has come to gather remnants to heap upon the pyre
Hear the crackle, smell the smoke and watch the fire,
As it consumes and burns all the anger, hurts and pains
Until only the fine residue of ash is all that remains.
With wings of forgiveness and peace, I am letting it go!
Banish the dreams of that empty house, with memories of woe
Renew with new building blocks and no walls made with straw
Let the Sunshine stream in through the freshly painted door!
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