Mourning Skies

Canvas

My voice box is attached to my heartstrings
And every stimulus that pulls and tugs
Echoes and thrives in my lungs
But the words seem trapped and choked out
So I swallow them down
With anything I can find to get rid of the sour taste
Of the words you shoved down mine with

Maybe you thought that if you scribbled all over my empty canvas
That somehow you could black out any possibility
For me to decorate it my own
But what you didn't think of
Was me fashioning my own sort of white out
My own fucking light
To burn through the thick smoke you spewed around me
And you may have blinded me when I was younger
And more naïve
But my fear of the dark
Was actually my fear of you
You were the monster hiding outside my window
You were the atrocities I felt crawling up my back
You were the voices whispering my nightmares in clear detail
I am smarter now
I am bright
And I may not be able to paint over
Or drown out all of the darkness of the past
But I am painting my own canvas now
And your dark smudges are just that
Smudges
And you will fade in time
Away from my light