Searching Poem by Claude H Oliver II

Fighting my upbringing, things I was told
Things no longer truth for me
Yes, some were outright lies
Leaving me scarred and numb
I went within to find solace
Instead finding blindness, a comfort blanket
Moth eaten, riddled with holes

Midst this scene, I, searching for me yet refusing to see me
A loving hand reaching out
Pulling off the blanket, standing, helping me to stand

Those scars I have say I have lived
The pain I feel says my heart is alive
For hearts of stone feel not
The hurts say I loved, can still love


No pain, no sacrifice, no caring, nothing shared
No longer needed here
The call of the casket is deafening.

August 16,2014