Candlewitch

Gardens Of Stone

 

 

Gardens of Stone

by: c.m. mattison

 

I'll dwell in the moment

surviving bygone days,

taking heart from past victories

over this deadly depression,

consumed by childhood regression.

I live in the core of my soul

with this shameful obsession

These streets of my heart

where access is denied

places posted "off limits"

to public domain,

abandoned buildings condemned

haunted by burden and sting

memories I buried in gardens of stone,

I, the ghost who walks there alone.

Comments10

  • Fay Slimm

    Such a poignant and compelling read Cat - - love the unique subject and the rhyming is first class .

    • Candlewitch

      thank you, Fay!

      *hugs, Cat

    • James Michael

      Quite the journey inward. I like how you said "deadly depression", because it really is.
      Continue to survive, we need you here!

      • Candlewitch

        dear James Michael,

        yes, depression is deadly and debilitating. thank you so much for your friendship and your kindness!

        *hugs, Cat

        • James Michael

          Always my dear lady. Wait... I sound like DS!

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        • Santita

          A clenching write that begs a second read, Cat. "haunted by burden and sting.." You really convey that inner pain well. Enjoyed this piece.

          • Candlewitch

            dear Santi,

            thank you for telling me which lines you liked...always welcome :)

            *hugs, Cat

          • Michael Edwards

            Great write Cat

            • Candlewitch

              thank you, Michael, it is appreciated.

              *hugs, Cat

            • lasergraph

              Quite a journey. We all rope off those parts that are forbidden to others. I enjoyed the journey.

              • Candlewitch

                thank you laser,

                you are so right, we all do it!

                *hugs, Cat

              • Hood.

                Sis,

                I like this off-limits corridor of rooms locked inside your soul that nobody can enter.

                Feels like purgatory just for you where you are held in solitude.

                Only you or should I say your ghost can circumnavigate these long dark corridors & know what horrors lie behind each door.

                Superb piece of poetry.

                Hood.

                • Candlewitch

                  dear Hood,

                  the corridors are long indeed. sometimes the contents escape as eddy styx poetry. thank you for your supportive response.

                  *hugs, Cat

                • FredPeyer

                  So well written, Cat! Your writing somehow shines beauty into the sadness. Don't know if I expressed that correctly, don't really know how to say it.

                  • Candlewitch

                    dear Fred,

                    I take that as a sweet compliment...thank you so very much :)

                    *hugs, Cat

                    • FredPeyer

                      It was meant as a compliment! I think it is the first three lines as well as your as usual excellent writing that made me feel like that.

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                    • Louis Gibbs

                      "memories I buried in gardens of stone." Oh how this resonates with me! Well stated, Cat. I can appreciate this one.

                      • Candlewitch

                        dear Louis,

                        thank you for sharing that with me. it is greatly appreciated!

                        *hugs, Cat

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Very sad emotive but very good write Cat.

                        • Candlewitch

                          thank you dear Goldfinch!

                          *hugs, Cat

                        • OUTBACK

                          ( EXPERIENTIAL REALITY ) * ! HOW BOUT - FROM " GHOST " TO - ( VR )*PERSONAL INNOVATOR* BY WAY OF ( SOLITUDE OF BEING )* ? WORTH THE VIEW* !

                          • Candlewitch

                            interesting thought, O! thank you!

                            *hugs, Cat

                            • OUTBACK

                              ALWAYS* - WITHIN THE REALMS OF AN EXPERIENTIALLY*( KNOWN)* WORLD* - ONESELF* - IS* THE ( DREAMING REALITY(S)* !

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