Tag: pain

Our Graffiti Walls

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Sometimes the pain is unyielding,

deeply plunged with serrated edges.

Only you can see the ghoulish images

stuck on repeat, record, rewind, replay…

Brother take my hand because I understand

how the weather won’t efface, nor time erase,

the graffiti on the wall of your remembrance,

bleeding paint, rolling from those crying eyes.

Why does midnight seem so dark and cold

when you’re feeling strapped  and alone?

While Insomnia  wrestles your  demons away,

daylight can’t seem to come soon enough.

But it eventually does Brother, it does!

See… the bleeding has stopped for a while.

When you looked out of your window

and saw that other artists had been at work…

Painting their own graffiti walls, you knew

that there were others outside just like you,

chasing ghosts at midnight, in frenzied spritz,

their pain transformed into nobel–prized art.

We’ll rise from the ashes again Brother!

Take my hand, you may lend me yours too.

Letting it go

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

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!