winds sail slow
arriving with difficulty
to confession
I speak against another
back turned
burned by sun light
I am familiar
with the dark –
with poison
with automatic disappointment
that my lips may
part for lava
but not for pardon
and I sail slow over
raging seas
arriving with difficulty
to confession
where familiar darkness
speaks mostly
about me
“that my lips may
part for lava
but not for pardon”
I love that part!
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Nice.
that my lips may
part for lava
but not for pardon
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Hi Maggie
Nice to meet you, and thanks for taking a peek at my blog. This very powerful! It fits on how I feel today with my depression and agoraphobia. Just one of those “Struggle” days…
I’m enjoying reading your other posts as well. I’m a new fan 🙂
Have a good weekend,
Author, Cat Lyon 🙂
Powerful writing!
Brilliant! 🙂