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Outside Night –

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” – Plato

love-pray-hopee

I’m hiding in this darkness so long
That I don’t remember light.
I thought I’d open a window and see
What lives outside the night.
But on the glance of what should be hope,
I was blinded by the ray.
I never knew that light could
cause me this much pain.
But its warmth had a touch and
A sight of what could be,
I was still scared by the pain of knowing
That I really wasn’t free.
The prison I was locked in is
A cage of my own design.
Only I could use a key of faith
One had left for me to find.
Breaking the hardened seal
of my sepulchered life,
I blinked back tears at
What’s outside night.

Also published in Broowaha

First published in Opinions Of Eye

06262010

My Name Is Not Pain –

“If people refuse to look at you in a new light and they can only see you for what you were, only see you for the mistakes you’ve made, if they don’t realize that you are not your mistakes, then they have to go.”

― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

Someone

When as a child with innocent ears

I heard my name with violent tears

Then known as a child abused

My name whispered one being used

Older and with children of mine

My name was called all the time

Years went by and then I left home

My name became as one unknown

Later in life the blooming occurred

A name of mine was an addiction slur

An old man now an ancient in days

My name is what I make it say

In a bold unwavering voice I pray

My name will never again be pain

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

02152013

Still – Losing love to addiction

“When you can stop you don’t want to, and when you want to stop, you can’t…”
– Luke Davies, Candy

“What about today, you ask? Today it’s already too late. He’ll be home soon, and I have dinner on the stove, and wine chilling in the fridge. And he will smile at me when he comes through the door, and I will pretend like this fragile, dangerous thing we have created between us can last forever.
Just one last time, Sweets. Just one last fix. That’s all I need.
And that is why I now understand addiction.” –
― Marie Sexton, Strawberries for Dessert

lizzesaurus

Now love is to suffer at addictions hand,

This fight that happens I can’t understand.

I wish it were you that love had freed.

But addiction won, it a sturdy steed

Forcing itself on loves soft breast

Love itself would lose the test.

So take your leave I know you will

Follow your lust, I love you still

Related post: Evidence of a Shell

10302011

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The Little Door – Rage is hidden

“Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in the cage.”
– Billy Corgan

Wondering were I got this rage

I started looking ’round the cage

Hiding in the back, a little door.
Shocked, I never saw this before
Pressing close my ear, hoping to feel

hot to the touch, it made me kneel

Whats behind the door, I’m brave to behold

Rest assured it would soon be told.

Locked! But how do I see?

But soon the door would open to me

Turning away I vented a rage

then I heard a click from the back of my cage

Spinning and turning with a stare

I fell to my knees, all of me aware

The door swung open wide

revealing all that was crammed inside

Memories of things all bad

every one of them made me mad

And with a great breath of wind

a sudden gust that made me spin

an uncontrolled rage began

to escape from this caged man

jumping to my feet again

I’ll not be captive to anger’s sin

I shoved the door closed with all my might

That will do for now, but then the night

I sit shivering looking across the room

at the little door hiding crazy gloom

I will destroy the insanity

without this rage I will be free

to fly again without a cry

No doors now, in my open sky.

Also published in: Broowaha

09082011