Sometimes Poem by Eric Mutei

The line between-
Rights and wrongs,
Ends and beginnings,
Is nothing but
Shreds of fear…
Clouded thoughts…
And whispers of “don’t do”
From the voices of our yesteryear-s
our younger days
Sometimes-
Ends will turn to new beginnings-
But not everyone
Learns from past mistakes
Some, many, choose to stay
Crippled in fear of walking away…
Coloring tattoos of dried tears-
Nursing wounds that run deep…
Shiny scars,
Souvenirs of battles survived
Saying all it is to say

See! !
At times, it is not okay
To walk away
To save yourself-
Case of putting off the flame with flight,
“Pain demands to be felt” John Green
Pain is salvation
Pain is light…
Pain is focus…
Just the right amount! ! !
First scars never really fade,
And to some the only redemption
There is;
Is facing ghosts of yesterday
Charting in those jaded paths;
Dancing in the drab-
And finding color
In the darkest of places

SOMETIMES,
When this happens,
Some, many, get lost,
Others, a few, thrive
Roses sprouting from the rocks…
And this medley of experiences
Colors the universe,
And humors God- the turn
the growth of his creation….