Coming Home

I paid my price for an addiction. If you have a problem please please listen to those who love you and seek help. Life is truly beautiful.

To once know the oceans sound

To before the future laugh as a child

To stay obedient away from the grain

the brutal face of reality, can consume

every nutrient of value.

A young bright smile turns to waste

the years of grief age the pain

and withers desires to live.

Leaves without color

Life without beauty

no senses can trace

this grave consequence.

Oblivion sounds peaceful

Though loving words mean well

They never echo on the last call

discovering your obscure black hole.

The death of your smile

The loss of the son,

Where has he gone?

What brings about reality?

A collapse and a call.

A mortal shame of words

exchanged,

A change crawling through

the veins of existence

The spending of scars

a parted truth comes 

mightier than blood red eyes

You want to live

and facing this mirror

Has shown it is not broken

You are staring into your

creation of choice,

Either hell bound or

Entombed in silence

You can pierce the illusion

The confidence of under control

You can choose to fight

And live, walk within beauty

instead of judging it

and calling it obscene.

Clarity is a daily realization

What you are worth is without question.

With each step you are coming home.

Reviews

[DCT ponderings]

Shaun what a poem. You describe addiction well.
Oblivion sounds peaceful
Though loving words mean well
They never echo on the last call
discovering your obscure black hole

I know many who wish their words did ring through at last call. Come home to me loved one. Leave the pain behind. Come home to me. Feel the way.

I too know truths that once realized change your very DNA. I have been struck to my core by realization.
The spending of scars
a parted truth comes
mightier than blood red eyes

But the ending Shaun was beautiful. With each step you take you come home to reside in the person who is yourself. Feast upon him for his worth is indeed without question.

I have been fortunate not to fight this particular demon personally as long as being a creative junkie doesn't count ;). I know I shouldn't tease because this is a serious and worthy topic. Great message of recovery.

[Shaun Payton]

Thanks DCT!! No, being a creative junkie is A-ok;) I learned theres some quality to pain, instead of burying it, why not welcome it like a thousand bloody daggers penetrating, makes for good poetry. Everyone has worth, even in pain and love.

[DCT ponderings]

Yes they do friend.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

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[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Thoght evoking and a great piece. Well done, my friend.