Three Days Before I Wed

Three Days Before I Wed

A Poem by Amanda
"

The thoughts of a nervous bride

"

I feel a weight

Baring down, giant fists pressed

Against my chest, my lungs. My heart

throbs beneath it, quick and panicked

Thrusting itself against its cage again and again, it screams.

I sit, still and silent

And hear it

I listen to its piercing voice

It does not say “I love,

I love, I love.”  Instead, it screams

I hope, I hope,

I hope.

And I can feel thick blood gushing

Beneath my skin and around my eyes and in

My stomach, drowning

every muscle, every organ, every bit

of me. I hope

that they cannot hear this frantic

voice vying for attention, for an audience because

I alone am privy to its pleas

And I won’t abide them.

It whispers what I cannot say, what

I want to say

But won’t because

I can’t

A few seconds pass

And I think that those moments are among

The last that I will spend as

Me, because in three days my name

Will not be mine, it will be

His, and they’ll call me

His, And I will call myself

Sold.

Like Christ suspended between heaven

And earth on Good Friday,

I hang and I hope

That God does not turn His sight

From me. They will pin me

Beneath a veil and wrap me in white

And I will want to disappear

And I will wait

And listen

For the bells, and I will hope

To be happy.

© 2012 Amanda


Author's Note

Amanda
I wrote this, as the title suggests, three days before my wedding. I will say that I am happy as happy gets, but I believe these are common emotions among soon-to-be brides. I could be wrong though...

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

377 Views
Added on March 27, 2012
Last Updated on March 27, 2012
Tags: marriage, nerves, poetry

Author

Amanda
Amanda

About
I'm a small-town business student who loves to write. I have just recently completed the final draft of my first-ever manuscript, most of which can be found on my page under "The Race of Kings: The Dr.. more..

Writing
My Lot My Lot

A Poem by Amanda


Carl Carl

A Story by Amanda