Mending Fences

I don't really know if what I write makes sense or if it's even any good. All I know is writing is a cathartic experience and putting words to paper soothes the soul. So I write and try not to worry about the rest. I write for me and share for you. Today, good or bad, this is what came out. 

“Mending Fences”

All the hurt in the world

Rests heavily on a broken heart

The sunset of a life

Breaks the bright days apart

And I, alone on this side of the abyss

Reach for you through the never ending dark

All the tears welling in my eyes

Spill forth like tiny silent threats

Washing away guilty houses

Built of sorrow, shame and regrets

And I, behind shuttered blinds

Pray for forgiveness and resets

All the pain in the world makes

An ocean of misunderstanding and indifference

Where the pieces of a life float away

In a raft made of dreams and innocence

And I, sitting in your old rocking chair

Hope there will be a time for mending fences