Thanks to MindLoveMisery Menagerie for hosting #SundayWriting. The words I’m using is “Wraiths at the Window.” Thanks also to NELNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s photo challenge prompt.
Wraiths of silver strings near,
Hearts of darkness, at the window pear.
I cannot undo what I have done; guilt of the self-shunned.
I cannot whisper truths of then; they say, “I serve myself and pain condone.”
Yet, I surge to live past window panes — clawed beasts;
For they’re as ghosts, nothing but wild make-belief.
But, closer still, they draw; arm hairs prickle at their spite.
They’re lifeless dream-frights, sick-faced skulls, madness without light.
But, I’m no wraith, evil-sworn in Hell’s pit trapped,
I’m a creature who’s not forsaken; who’s clasped tight —
In a greater being’s benevolence.
So, when I crumble to pieces as wraiths trail close,
I cling to silver sparks, to golden paths, summer sunlight bold.
I’m not afraid of monsters, their creep and slip-slime, shivers down my spine;
I’ve no fear of mystics, their pitiless swords, ropes of malice torn.
Here, daylight seeps through, dawn explodes peaches and cream;
Sky’s beam the beat of life, as powder-puff clouds float.
Scratching claws crunched, but the nightmares are past; they’re ripped from my heart with angel’s might.
For even in my dimmest hours, as one who carried a weighted ring,
I have my Sams, and they bolster me.
I have my white-wizard, omniscient one, and —
While they’re are times fear nips at skin or tears humiliate in dreams,
The brilliance of day reigns; I’m never lost to forever-demons.
The weight of my guilt’s revoked with sweet hope;
A blinding, piercing glimmer challenges each wraith of fright.
And I nudge open pale-eyes on icing-sugar beaches,
Denying dank souls who screeched in my ears, plucked at my soul;
I’m without the crushing weight of the world,
I’m enlightened, strolling through surf, gulls calling,
As chatters alight with gray-finned dolphins, porpoises too.
Beacons in my hour of need, gracing me homebound,
To where our greatest loves –they’re the only real,
No wraiths or spirits wandering, no ghosts —
Their time is ephemeral, without eternity, without Heaven’s bliss.
My time has only begun, & it’s sheen points towards the fantastic tomorrow;
Evil wraiths, dementor’s kiss–forever I resist and conquer.
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