Thursday, July 9, 2015

TRUE COLORS



He sees desolate streets and hollow buildings--

        "like a ghost town"

          he tells me



It's been around 5 years off and on

        that he has been in the grip and blackness of the 


                  "habit"
        
taking up residence like a deadly poison in his soul


leaving emptiness behind

vacant building

an abandoned house


with a constant need for 

nothingness

a never ending hunger



But look over there--

        "to your right"

           I tell him

can't you see the castles made of 

shiny, sparkling stones in every color

                how they

surround 

beckon

glimmer

call



I   wait...

      watch...

          pray...

           only he can choose

no one can do it for him...

no one can do it except him... 



     waiting...

        watching...

          praying...




He comes home different, I can tell from his voice on the phone...

        wants to "let more light in the house," he says

begins tearing down old curtains

washing windows til they shine

scrubbing everything in sight

"I can't believe how bad it got...it's really disgusting in here"

Uh huh

     waiting...

        watching...

           praying...

One day at a time, my friend...

keep going

stay strong



your castle of color awaits




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photo courtesy of google images


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