Eraser

[emilylou06]

I wish I had an eraser,

not too wide, not too small.

the size of my palm,

white and pure.

It would go with me everywhere,

it would wipe my defects clean.

I could use it every second, every minute, every day.

I'd only erase the small parts of my life.

The parts I wasn't proud of...

The pieces of my past that are messy ink blotches.

But my eraser is faulted...

No matter how hard I press, or quickly I rub,

I still see an outline of what was...

It stays on me... in me.

Only a small rememberence of my wrongdoings.

the faint marks will remind me I can live better,

make choices in the future that vindicated my past.

That will make up for my now.

As time goes by the eraser will stay the same,

never yielding, never tiring of erasing my sins.

But I, I will want to bury the eraser and toss it from my soul.

I will blame, betray and contradict it.

But it won't leave me.

My eraser, my God,

He will never stop erasing my past at the sound of my heart

And I will go on holding tight to the eraser,

the one thing I know is real...

[ampoule]

I like this poem very much, Emily. These lines caught me.

"No matter how hard I press, or quickly I rub,

I still see an outline of what was...

It stays on me... in me."

[Pendragon]

Only a small rememberence of my wrongdoings.

the faint marks will remind me I can live better,

This is a power statement. The eraser leaves only a reminder to help us live better the next time! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Angelstar.gif

[NikolaiI]

Ah, this is very interesting and lovely. A universal sentiment, I might add.

Reminds me of two quotse from teachers I've had;

"Fill the brain with high thoughts, highest ideals, place them day and night before you, and out of that will come great work." - Swami Vivekananda

was the first, and

"Because you are alive, everything is possible." - Thich Nhat Hanh

was the second. . . and, those came in the order I found about them..

Only other thing I might add is - writing thousands of poems helps! Just to understand, what is the deepest meaning of poetry, of expression; how to say what you wish and what it sounds and feels like when you say it.

Besides this - also, I would simply say - it is entirely possible to reach this place..

For instance - every fear can be left so far behind us that it becomes nothing. That's the place where joy really is, I have come to feel.

"As One Who Having Wandered. . ." by Robert Louis Stevenson is a beautiful expression of this.