As the pain flew away
A poem from the Rumbles from the Grinder series
As the pain flew away
I found the house emptied
The barking dog was gone
The crows crackling at the edge of dawn
had flown
The winds had shifted
And my green Sun had bogged down
Into space
As the pain flew away
I found the walls chipping yet solid
A fireplace in lieu of the old gas stove
And an open window
Where silk was breezing
Into space
As the pain flew away
I found myself, briefly
Longing for the old clutter:
The rickety chair
and the brown armoire
My atmosphere of film noir
All gone for good, but where?
Into space
As the pain flew away
I kneeled on the polished floor
And remembered my hands scraping
The ancient tiles
Nails broken, bleeding
While I kept on removing
Every broken piece
And throwing them away
Into space
Now that the pain has flown away
I find myself in this nice old house
Opening hidden doors into new rooms
Discovering lovely furniture
That I never knew I had
Plucking paintbrushes and polish
From space
N.B.: If you liked this poem,
you might enjoy The Garden of the Fairies Laughing
here on Medium.
