Step into the sunshine
Out from my darkest hall
Beauty I've watched through windows
Let me be amongst it all
Let my life be changed
My ways have taken a turn
In sunshine for which I've lusted
My skin, unfamiliar, burns
Pale in all this brightness
Illuminated by beaming rays
No hope of blending in
A signal to all I'm new to these ways
Tells all the people who see me
I've stayed amongst the shade
My face, burning red, signals them "STOP"
Parents tell children to stay away
A price I pay for hiding
Where anything goes, unseen
Out in new openness, glowing, burning,
Peeling, everywhere I'm a scene
It's almost as if to show me
Being right as I possibly can
Simply can't change the wrongs of my past
Despite me, for them I am damned
I know some day I'll be healed
Adjust to a healthy new tone
Pick off my dead skin, be amongst new friends
And welcome the warmth that once left me alone
But just as I'm getting comfy
Dark spots start to show on my skin
To serve as reminders my sunshine remembers
The guilt of my former sin
I've begun a new journey toward virtue
I've come and must still go so far
But to biopsy every last trace of my darkness
Still leaves it's remnant scar
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- Comment from author about the poem: Changing your ways for the better will not exempt you from the consequences of your former wrongdoings, often making one's journey toward personal betterment disheartening and all the more challenging.
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A bit of a story as thanks for the poem. although you may not really care I'll still share anyway.
I haven't been the best of people either, there was a time in my life where all I did was stay inside because I felt like I didn't belong outside with everyone else. When I was 15 I developed a skin condition known as "Pigmented purpuric dermatosis". Basically, I've got red and purple blotches covering my entire body excluding my face. I believe they serve as a reminder that I haven't been the best a human can be. They keep me in check, at least to me they do. But I go outside now, and I have friends. I'm in a better place, and I hope that some day you look back on your misgivings and laugh at them. Best regards! I really enjoyed the poem.
Dude. No, seriously, thanks for sharing that. For me it's nice to get responses to poems I share, and even better when it can speak to the reader or allow them to relate in some way. Maybe the best is when a reader can relate to what I'm saying and tell me of their own peace gained through a similar plight, a type of peace I strive for and am now all the more reassured will be mine. Thanks for the well wishes and for reading!
Very much obliged my friend.
Those scars may be there but you know you have moved on and are getting better every moment of your life.
Absolutely. Perhaps they can be looked at as either a reminder of the past or a symbol of my strength to make a better future. I choose the latter. Thanks!
Good choice.
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