Monday, June 23, 2008

An older poem - Facing the Truth Within

Sorry for being so quiet. Dealing with some things. I haven't been good company.
I'm pulling this from my archives. Somewhat appropriate for right now (insofar as general emotion, not specifically) and for some reason i really like this poem.

Facing the Truth Within

Door slams
scarred and weathered
with my pain.

Box closes
locking inside the secrets
I'll never tell.

Dreams scream
filled with outrage
and regret.

Mirror shines
with the emptiness
of obsessions.

Courage ripples
facing the truth
of self delusions.

Peace wraps
a comforting hope
for the days ahead.

Memories of you
as you steadily become
nothing to me.


Anonymous said...

Been there, done that. Sad but beautiful poem. Thank-you for sharing it.

Anonymous said...

That is indeed a sad and beautiful poem, very wellmade and with hope at the end which is the most important. And even more it is such a joy to hear your voice again,

Gadfly said...

Beautifully tragic.

If you'd add some impotent rage, because it wasn't her fault that Gulf War Syndrome made her insane -- then I might need to go bum a cigarette from somebody

Jill said...

I like the way you associate each color to the emotions! And I'm still worry about you, darling!

ozymandiaz said...

hey Lakota
Long ago I promised myself that I would not introduce people into my life that thrived on drama. Instead I married someone who was bi-polar with a borderline personality dissorder. It costs me to this day.
With clear concise answers before us she struggles away from the path.
sorry, I digress. I guess this poem touched me.

Anonymous said...

Well said.