The Grotto

by Maple Tree   Mar 10, 2012


There Is a cave In my mind, well kept and hidden
a secretive hide away where I retreat to often.
Paint chips fall, endlessly, revealing cryptic messages
moments that I've preserved for eternity.

I love to bottle up tears, In remembrance
of the dark days, for they have built me.
If I was never to fall, than I would have never known you,
for being a flawed diamond, your light reveals the truth.

I journey to those sorrowful archives often
scratching and pealing away, one by one,
watching them make love to the breeze
which blows freely, for the window Is now open....

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  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    I lovvvvve this poem. The way I understood it is that we cannot appreciate the good things in life without experiencing the bad things. What happens to use in life makes us who we are and it is all part of our destiny. I love this poem and the way you have written it. Brilliant!!!

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    The way I understood it is like from all the flaw experiences something good came out of it. So everything happens for a reason. Well done.

  • 12 years ago

    by Heavy

    "I love to bottle up tears, In remembrance
    of the dark days, for they have built me."

    ^^ I really enjoy and relate with that line. It's powerful in a sense; as if to say that you're even glad for your sorrows, because, you've broken through them and have come out a stronger person!
    ~~~

    If I was never to fall, than I would have never known you,
    for being a flawed diamond, your light reveals the truth.

    ^^ Now, I can see two possible meanings to this, both of which I find understandable!! But my better guess is that you've found enlightenment in your darkest times!! You've reached within and pulled out a strong poet, Finding insight (And liking what you've discovered) You discovered that you have a brilliant way with words. Poetry explains what we simply can't!
    ~~~

    I journey to those sorrowful archives often
    scratching and pealing away, one by one,
    watching them make love to the breeze
    which blows freely, for the window Is now open....

    ^^That stanza really says it; It comes to show that we can always find new ideas, even within old experiences! Now that your creative juices are flowing, you're not about to dry out! Ha ha.

    Great poem!!

    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Ms Happiness

    I really love the idea of this poem, and how u wrote it.:)
    (send me some of ur magic m&ms hahaha)
    Great poem:)