Saturday, January 28, 2017

Empty (Part 1)






Empty (Part 1)


I knew it was coming, 
but the only question was when. 


Little by little, piece by piece, 

I reluctantly defaced the soothing wallpaper 
that I had so painstakingly pasted 
on the wall. 


Inch by inch, 

I slowly bore my nails 
into the fragile paper 
and started tearing 
it apart. 


I cringed 

and reveled at the same time 
hearing the sound of ripping paper - 
as if my hands 
were moving on their own volition 
while something deep inside 
is telling me to stop. 


Until the day 

when I finally tore the last piece of it 
only it did reveal the plain, 
grey paint behind. 



Patches of color 

splattered along the now barren wall, 
but that's just what they are, 
splatters. 



Little blotches of faded colors 

which only reminded me that a wallpaper 
is not 
what I needed 
but something more adherent, 
solid. 


It reminded me that 

not a day ever 
was I able to find someone 
to paint the wall with.



~Mikez Magtibay





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