Scrapped Clean Poem by The Dreamers Movement

I am a haunted house
Filled with words
Of memories
Painted on my walls
These walls aren’t papered over
They are painted with slander
With falsified information
These walls are coated with
Mold filth rust
From years of abuse
From years of neglect
So many layers
Layer upon layer
Of regrets
Of worthlessness
Wasted time layered there too
But what is this
Someone bought this house
Decided that it needed
Some repairs
There He comes
All those painting supplies
Buckets, scrappers
And what is that
Cans of paint
Being pulled behind
This Man is going
To make me a new house
He keeps scrapping my walls
It hurts so much
I’m not sure I can handle
The pain that is required
To get rid of all these
Memories
Oh there goes another layer
Onto the floor
There He goes dragging
The paint from my walls
That sweat on his brow
Makes me
Feel something
It might be thankfulness
Hey look I think I see
My original wall color
Over in the corner
By where the door
Should be
At least I think I used
To be red
These walls have been
Gray for so long
I can’t remember
Oh these walls of mine
They are so raw from
All this scrapping
And scrubbing
But I feel so new
So clean
Not so haunted anymore
I kind of feel alive
I wish I had words
To thank this Man
There are none in
My gapping mouth
But these walls
Are clean and pure
Just like the Man
The One that
Took dirty filthy me
Made me new
Scrapped me clean
Made a home in me
Unworthy me
Now that Man lives within
This new house
I am filled
No longer haunted
I have been scrapped clean
And transformed
Into the house of God

And so can you