Saturday, September 15, 2012

Confession

I have a confession waiting under the hood of my tongue.
I'm going to chew it, gnaw on it, tear it down with my teeth
but I pray, tonight I pray that instead of swallowing it I will instead
release it into the midnight air and let it breathe.
 Oh lord I've waited. I've waited so long my bones have turned to glass and I've melted
into the satin silk of my wedding gown.  I've grown fragile in the sun, brittle.
I was strong once, so strong. Like the trunk of the mystic oak and now I've been weathered down, beaten. 
Perhaps, if there was a fire, a bonfire a wildfire, something ANYTHING
to get me to lift my feet, my roots if you will and MOVE.
I'm so tired. I'm so tired of watching the grass grow old and die at my feet
and me still so tied down by some unknown non-relief. 
I pray. Today I pray that my confessions and my sins will fall into the earth
that having given birth 
I can finally be free
and claw my way
out of the dirt.


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