Only Because

Only Because

Only because I allowed myself to detach from all the dysfunctional noise

                                 Was I able to feel her pain… A flood of it

                Long before anyone heard it scream

                            Long before anyone saw the posture of tears

It was real tragic pain… From chaos handed down from

Generation to generation

Colorless pain… The same gray as un-forgiveness

                 Pain inflicted in a bloodless battle of re-creation

                        Pain without a scar… Visible only to those

Who… Have given or received the same pain

                  Who… Asked to see color of the pain of others

             Who… Remember the feel of pain from love crucifixion

As trust dies without resurrection… I need to be baptized in gratitude

By immersion in the pain of others

Pain with a quill so sharp… That it… Alters destiny and fate

That it… Changes the posture of pain forever

                  That it… Welds eyes into nothingness

                        That it… Drifts in the mind… Altering time

I need to see the continuum of chaos caused by pain…

Chaos… Like a dust devil following a fence line buried in tumbleweeds

Chaos… Like a flood of mud in a meadow creating a mass grave for wildflowers

Chaos… Like blood and broken glass on the white line of asphalt crimes

Only because I allow myself… To feel… To smell… To hear… To see… Pain

Was I able to heal my scared and wounded gratitude







Lonely Eyes Inside Of Wrinkles-
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy






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