Devowed

I have never been baptized but I devoted my faith into something higher when my head went under frigid water. A grey canvas washed clean; replenished by lilac and rosemary, and wrapped in the most pure white haze. Purgatory is real and does not only apply when a soul leaves its vessel and is confined to earth, but when a soul is confined to ill thoughts and repetitve actions; a trance in which the mind becomes numb and bones scrape against the insides of human flesh. Attempting to rip through and allow itself to break free; to burn to ashes and be reborn.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

So many ideas I don't agree with, so many things I don't care about, acres of them. But I do like good writing. Like this.

[costa siwale]

a lot of depth in this, i always love the theme of rebirth or break out, its mystifying

[Gabby Nieves]

This was f*****g awesome. I love the way it flowed while reading it and made me feel something, which is the purpose of writing, isnt it? Nice job

[KWP]

ah yes we all have a monkey mind which inescapably tries to grab at this branch, that branch, always focussing two steps ahead instead of enjoying the now.

You have conceptualized the age old habits of consciousness, which was supposed to be a gift, but unfortunately we just cannot settle with the gift of the now.

Nice few lines to get the thoughts flowing once more in the right direction X

[Emily]

I love the first line!
Keep it up!

[Joshua Haines]

I did really enjoy this poem. The words are strong with a good meaning. Well done

[Lorry]

I really like this, the idea that the soul diminishes with our and others treatment of it makes complete sense. We feel heartache and pain in so many ways, so why do we never speak of the souls pain? Thought provoking words, thank you for sharing.