Penance

i cover myself in

a Penance colored

shroud

and walk these

streets with my

head down

eyes uneasy

soul shuffling

i cover myself in

a Penance colored

shroud

tripping, tearing

the cloth rending

like a lepers veil

gasping, weeping

i cover myself in

a Penance colored

shroud

only to realize

i refuse to be a Martyr

and enslave myself

any longer

Reviews

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. i relate to these words so intensely and so deeply that i'm very grateful you wrote them ... you empower me ... thank you for that ... i was in excruciating pain for a long time ... waiting to be rescued ... then, i realized that those who i was waiting for needed to be rescued by me ... life can be very difficult to decipher sometimes ... we think we are weak when all that pain inside actually has the potential to propel us ... fantastic work, my friend ... superb imagery ... poignant and powerful poetry ...

[SpitfireGrrrl]

I am grateful, as always :)

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. it's fantastic to read you again ... "always" sounds like a beautiful word ... thank you for finding me :) ...