Clean

A poem about looking back at your own pain and seeing how its shaped you

I remember the flood,

How the water felt as it filled my lungs

Slowly I sunk until I hit the ocean floor

I stared up and imagined what it would be like to breathe again

I lost the fight, I lost the war, I lost it all

I had finally reached the end

 

Broken wings, broken heart, the walls came crumbling down

I let the tornado take away my whole house

Something I had spent so long building up

Something that protected me for so long

I watched as every memory got buried beneath dust

 

I sat staring up into the sky, wishing I could touch it

I sat in silence, I tried to scream, but no one could hear me

I tried too hard to fight the waves, to swim and break free

But it’s hard to move when you’re far too deep

So, I waited for many years, waited until I could breathe

 

Pain isn’t always there until you choose to see it

Until you let it become a part of your heart, your soul

When you can do that, you will reach the surface,

It was then that I could feel the air, that I could ride with the waves

It was then that I could look up to see new surroundings, to begin again

 

It rained for so long, it was a hurricane, the worst storm

I let the rain pour down, and I embraced the cold

The world turned colorful again and the sun finally came out

And I woke up one day feeling whole, feeling human once more

I was happy, and in the sadness, I could see beauty

I was finally clean

 

Reviews

[Franky]

This is real poetry and creativity. Very nice. I read it ravenously.