A Definition of Heaven

A Definition of Heaven

A Poem by Solidad

Its amazing how we as people bury things...

Deep,

Like that box at the back of the closet we refuse to open,

Tapped shut with years of angst,

and bittersweet memories

objectified by a few decades of dust.

Years of internal wounds

one refuses to deal with.

Always hoping that if we kept it far enough in our dark places,

one day it all would absolve itself.

Eventually when the smoke clears

there will always be that box filled with loss and resentment.

Always afraid of what an old photo or T-shirt could summon.

When what one really fears the most?

The sight of the marring scars left behind,

Etched abrasions left down

“Deep in our souls for too long.”

Hope with a hint of curiosity gets the better of us,

Opening the box,

Bracing oneself for the judgment they're about to face and be faced with,

And although the thought remains swollen with a touch of brutal pain,

I guess its not the way we'd always planned it,

I guess we're headed for a crash landing,

No one ever wants to reach in a bag of dreams

and pull out a failed attempt.

When happiness eludes you and faith has forgotten you,

That's usually when its easiest to look at heavens

and swear.

Depending on your definition of Heaven.

The simple pleasures in this world,

come with a price of the grander kind.

There wasn't anything in life,

you weren't forced to pay for.

And to think years down the road it will still hurt my feelings to look at you,

But I will “fight the tears with pretty smiles and lies about the times",

Such a profound way to ache,

holding it in

until it eats its way out.

And to think this all began with,
“Once upon a time in a far away place there was this girl...”

© 2010 Solidad


Author's Note

Solidad
My definition of Heaven: A place where I can deal with the hurt.

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Very profound

Another great write :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bravo! I completely agree with you. We can stuff and stuff away our hurts, angst and memories. But eventually they will gnaw away at our souls if we don't address them. This poem touched my heart. In my youth I repressed a lot to survive. Now I try to let them breathe and seeth when I can.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A profound, contemplative personal journey and exploration of inner landscapes~ that ending line is excruciatingly poignant and brings the poetic completely to captivating fruition~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

o wow. incredible. heaven is a place to escape all the pain..
really really like this. very very good.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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