What is a room without a door?
A father without a son
What is life without living?
Classically, an instrumental without the lyrics
Windows still broken from Mansion days
Wall cracked from all the pain
Darkened wall from the soot of the flame
The life workers have come to put everything back in place
Love, she was clothed in this white dress
When she came in, she held everything and put all the noise to rest
Joy and Peace, the twin brothers with broad shoulders, ready for the test
They held the white paints to color my walls to their ability's best
Kindness and Goodness, sisters who stood at the door
Fixing it and replacing that which was crooked before
Gentleness, a tall man dressed in fancy clothes and a french hat
Loading my wardrobe with white garments, with ties and silk cravats
Faithfulness, this beauty of a woman in flower-patterned clothes
Redecorating, with grace, what was once a mess of a home
And the last guests, Self Control and Patience, two little kids
Who moved in to occupy my inner child while renovations took place
When their work is done, would the air still be stale or come with whisper?
Would I hear the Big Guy a bit clearer ?
I was told it wasn't a race but a marathon
Seeds bringing these fruits of who I am meant to become
A dove comes with olive branch to the window
A sign to those who really know
All the pain and suffering and hurt left you heart broken
It is time to activate the special clause, Anothen.
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Harydo Neon
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Comments (2)
nice! Love the line "Windows still broken from Mansion days"
Oh wow, this was so profound! Loved your poem!