THE PART THAT SCREAMS

Be gone from me, these thoughts that drag

The spirit into places dark.

Allow the colors to return,

Erase the dismal, blackened mark.

The place where dreams lay and fester,

Memories leave behind their stench,

Leave behind a box of crayons

And open wide these hands that clench.

Free the spirit of what hinders,

Place deep within the hope that was.

Banish from me thoughts that weaken

And fill my heart and mind with cause.

You carrier of blackened thoughts,

Amidst me seen your victims walk,

Seen the eyes in those you’ve haunted,

Watched them struggle and felt you stalk.

Discouragement, your mighty aim,

How well you work your craft on us.

Placing the loss of hope in minds,

Creating, in there, endless stress.

Be gone from me, you evil one,

That keeps my heart and mind from light.

Forever leave this darkened space

That daily keeps the mind in night.

Replace in there your spirit, Lord,

Fill my mind with things that matter

Free the mind of things self-centered

And my useless, senseless chatter.

Take the crayons and color me,

The colors found in children’s dreams,

Bright shining shades of red and pink…

Blot out with white the part that screams.

One final thing before I end,

Please place my mind where I can dream,

In my secret, private garden,

Where birds are heard, and minds don’t scream.