My walls were covered in graffiti
I whitewash over them too many times
I tried to hide the stains hidden underneath
Words of hate
Words of sorrow
Words of a broken heart
They are the work of my demons
They are my collage of my life
But the sun and the rain
Wore away at the cover I hid them under
Until my mural of memories were clear to see
I was defeated and broken
I stopped the charade of trying to blank them out
I tried to live with these scenes so dark, so bleak
Until I retreated into a dark corner away from the view of my demons work
Then you arrived with paints of pastel shades
To erase these memories, with paintings of flowers
and vivid images of beauty
The words became replaced with
Love,
Hope,
and faith
All the things I now have with you
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland.
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beautiful!
thank you, glad you like it.