House of Pain

[Berwick Bay]

House of Pain

Sharing a love so very
Heartfelt.
Believing in
That mature love, and
In what is to come.
A love that must have
Power,
To redeem all that has gone before.
An awakening occurs
At mid-life. The old is put away.
Surrounded now by new spirits
By righteousness.
Thankful,
In prayer,
At every sunset,
For that new life
Entwined within my own.

Thesis, wholeness,
But now unexpectedly,
Antithesis.
Verily, a hurting
Within the bones.
Loss.
Claiming what was
Never my own.
Speaking now from
The body of humanity,
The House of Pain,
From which those new spirits
Came forth.
Cries and then faithfulness,
Like Job!
Blood of Christ,
Revealing a
Transfiguration, from this
Body of Pain.

Iniquity revealed
Within me.
Happiness earned and deserved?
Nay!
No release
Except in giving, of myself,
In embracing this body
Of pain.
Ignorance leading to
Faithfulness,
But not love.
Relationships by which
I might know thee,
Through love.
A love not yet kindled
Within me.
I must seek the fires
Of Hell,
Within this body
Of pain.
Emotions rising from
Beneath the words,
Words without meaning,
Only the pain is real.
Seek within
At the source
Of this pain.
Pain must have its way
With me.

[Kelarie]

You have quite a way with words. Very nice.

[Berwick Bay]

Thank you Kelarie. Like most of the poems that I post here, it is very "raw". I'm going to take time to edit and refine. One thing obvious is that there can be layers of meaning to the term "House of Pain". I'm going to try to clarify that. Oh, and don't worry, I won't post the refined edition in here. I did post a revamped "Vieu Carre' in here, but I see that it still needs work. Especially in the first stanza. But I won't subject the good people here (yourself included) to the raw and then the refined copies of every poem which comes out of me.

[Kelarie]

As a writer myself, I know the torture of trying to get the right words. After trying different combinations, I realize what I had orginally worked the best. Why do I even say this? Your poem spoke to me. It is very evocative and vivid. And what is raw to you, maybe a wonderful work to the rest of us.

Keep writing.