walls of my house

mariagolubkova2412

from the beginning of the dawn, i‘ve always knows that this isn‘t all there is

this room will someday become just a place from my early history

i told myself while breathing through the scenery so gory

 

the rain poured on my bleeding wounds on quiet afternoon walks

nobody knew where i was

but i‘ve always returned a little wiser, a little cleaner

what a sweet memory, a short-lived victory

only to be hurt all over again

 

i‘d felt glimpses of joy with each time the skipping stone touched the water

with each ray of sunshine that came through the dark cover

 

you come over for talks and tea

i‘ll try not to spill anything, i say

like the earl grey

or my light from inside since you stepped through the doorway

 

while i was hurting, you were soaring

cultivating a peace i’ve wished for my whole life

now that you‘re here, forget about my past

look at the decor i‘ve brought up in my house

all the goodness i saw out there by myself, is expanding tenfold in me when you‘re near

the dark days have run their course

and this is the life i‘m hanging up on the walls of my house

 

 

 

  • Author: mariagolubkova2412 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 27th, 2023 16:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    (I bow to your superior talent, dear Poet)
    what imagery, what sincerity
    what unflinching bravery
    such an impactful read!
    you should be very proud



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