Monday Confession
It will be several days of confession.
I have starved myself.
I have been hard and violent.
Each doctor takes note, takes opinion,
takes my blood and stirs
it in his coffee.
It’s Monday. 9:30 A.M.
The sterile tile has been examined,
the hard carpet, despised!
I twist dismay into the carpet fiber
with one foot,
the other taps out
awkward silence.
Sunday was a long day of struggle.
I ate out of the palm of a man,
tugged at his whiskers and
kissed him.
He had a candlestick, long like a lady,
using its light to sort me out.
I had only borrowed trust,
I had to protect myself.
He became a smoky tantrum,
a raging death match forcing truth
out of my swollen mouth.
It was a Sunday of ruin.
Confession came, thick bees swarming
my tongue,
a blur of black and yellow before
I fell hard out of life.
I woke up to this Monday, a dream,
a foggy span of blasting conscience .
And this is just the start.
Posted on March 15, 2013, in Poetry and tagged anxiety, awkwardness, Confession, Deceit, Depression, destruction, doctor, embarrassment, experience, guilt, Honesty, hospital, hospitalization, journal, life, Literature, lying, mental illness, Monday, poetry, Rage, Relationships, shame, struggle, sunday, Therapy, Truth, violence, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
This is so excellent!
tangible details, an emotion-filled voice, and images that are simply stunning and powerful, just a great poem, easy to connect with and relate to.
Wow, you just keep getting better and better. This is totally fantastic…and I always love your style of writing….
Wow! It made me hope that receiving end was a very compassionate one!
“I twist dismay into the carpet fiber
with one foot,
the other taps out
awkward silence.”
“I fell hard out of life.”
~~~~~~Chills!
Yeah, I loved that part, too.
Wow! What velocity!
Your words are so graphic, the hard parts are going to give me nightmares. One of the best word painting poets I have yet read in our time. “…..takes my blood and stirs it in his coffee…” very graphic. I hope your competing for fame and fortune with your material, you’re really fantastic. Kudos to you young lady….
Wow. Just… wow. Awesome.
A powerful work, intense with the heart of humility, and self searching. I love many expressions, especially, “Sunday was a long day of struggle. I ate out of the palm of a man, tugged at his whiskers, and kissed him.” Incredible! Love it!
Love!
I love this. Really, really.x
This is beautiful:
Each doctor takes note, takes opinion,
takes my blood and stirs
it in his coffee.
Freaking brilliant
Thanks Joseph!