Never Died

This one was inspired by Jon Sanders' poem "A House In Flames". Just a different take on the metaphor that he used where the house that burned down was his heart.

 

My friend watched his house burn down

the ashes of his past were so profound

and as he sighed and thanked God

he explained how those crumpled walls trapped

how those fire-licked barriers tapped

all the fire from his life’s furnace

he had wondered why joy was always what he’d chase

from day to day

a life devoid of adultplay

so this devastation brought welcome creation

this revelation the cause for his newfound place

of wonder

no longer underneath bricks of expectation he parted ways

with all the burdens that now went up in a flash

of anger

more like frustration of self

cause his wealth was too invested in this rough-shod house

rather than the truth of all outside his control

cause those truths enriched the core of his soul

 

Yet as the wind carried away the ash that day

his mood changed as about the ash did lay

a statue of the purest beauty I’d ever seen

as if this little trinket stood between

all his dreams that he’d forged in light of this him of NEW

it made him cringe as if juice from tobacco chew

so I reached down and picked it up

brushed it off and asked, “What’s up?”

the statue was the focus of

his lust and love and all that was

of the romance he’d known and the pain it caused

he cradled the trinked and then replied

“I wish it had but this love never died…”