The moments of our lives are masterpieces that we make out of the material we’re given.
We are stronger because of the masterpieces we have made, but we are more than just them.
The rain falls in reverence, closure, cleansing, and possibility.
Blast the past,
Until my ears bleed.
I’ll make it my creed.
Rip the string,
I’m unraveling.
Take the band-aid and make it sting.
Please pour some more alcohol into my cut.
Love me, but only if I keep my mouth shut.
Your abuse is misused
Saccharin-
Smooth on the way in,
Bitter to swallow.
Numb-
Doesn’t feel or taste,
Nor does it wallow.
Titillate me.
Commiserate me.
I’m a masterpiece in a gallery of what was and lacks
Bring the pain,
Make it rain.
There’s a funeral today, so be sure to wear your best blacks.
© Veronica Haney 2009
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