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November 29, 2011

For the bad things

Henceforth known as Mr.Grim

A friend of mine from darkness make

Scars so many in all my years

Yet Mr.grim was always there.

He hid the pain, made it go away

A puckered scar all that remained

Slicing across years of life

Folding memories away

Blending years into wisps of time

In the darkness you were always there for me

Mr. Grim

You gave me strength for the next day

As I healed from each and every wound

…

Mr. grim you faded my past

Made each mistake turn gray

Masked it with said darkness

as if

None had ever been made.

Pain from a child hood

Hid quietly behind the scars

The pain of looking past each

For the memories contained

Turned far too great

So much hidden from even me

Mr Grim

My greatest of friend

…

My brothers death while much too young

all is in that mass of scars

a lived through abortion

my wife’s cancer

a mothers stroke and following dementia

and soo.. very… much..else..

hidden in cold forgiving darkness.

With your help Mr. Grim

Your darkness my protection

My hope and dreams swam

All the while I knew they were only dreams

Yet a sustenance all the same

All fed into that cold and darkness as if

…

Never made

…

till my most recent

where I decided you must go

fade forever away

…

my niece of four

and a horrible accident

I find I cannot consign her memories to your darkness

She was far too young and needs the light to play

So much of my soul is cold

Hidden behind each and every scar

Every tell tale hint of you Mr.Grim

Yet she needs that light to play

A far corner I find warmth

And here I place her memories to rest

With a covering of a golden glow

not here a scar

my memories are free to hold

to provide the comfort I need

for me… a suitable cover I hope… for her.

I wonder as I look over this tattered remnant of a damaged soul

If any would have changed

Should I have brought each and every hurt here

To the warmth within

Given them a suitable cover where

In time they might wholly heal

Do I still have time?

Mr .Grim

Henceforth the bad things

You were always here for me

Helped me build these scars in which to hide

All the bad things in life

To turn a soul tattered and gray

You were my friend for so many years

In fact all that I can remember through these same many years

Are each and every scar we have made.

Yes my friend we had some wild times but..

All things grow and go on their ways

And I must give you up

For this new friend I would try and make.

Goodbye my bad things

And to all my scars

I have a new place in light and shade

What can heal I hope to

What cant

Will still reside in warmth.