this is my diary
and my delivery; this is my
fallowed crack amidst
confused,
between confessions/septic surrenders
and
a self-channeled voodoo
in the symmetry of my abstinence
life straddles room
un-balanced
a crucifixion
a cross
a sainted confessor
i can read you my sins
my sorrows - voice
my psalms
i can recite you my
proverb
place penitence on plate
of promise -
question? question?
( questioning???)......doesthe extension of --- Lent
make the resurrection sweeter? make
my transfiguration - purer?
oh, confessor!!!
confessor..
(cries) (crying....)or should i turn this key? seal this page?
tasting of the wine
bkmackenzie
copyrighted (2017)
It sounds like the truth is known. The struggle (confession) is acceptance.
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DeleteSo beautiful, touched gently, I love it!
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