My Prayer

My Prayer

A Poem by Flow
"

Written for a contest

"

 

 

 

In everyone’s life

there is that one moment

of uncomfortable silence

it seems to last for

a life time

 

you know that

your next words

after those few seconds

will change your life forever

 

for me it happened

when she asked me

to chose between

her love for me

and my commitment

to my beliefs

 

no matter how similar

our beliefs were

her faith said

that my beliefs

were not of God

it came down to

one verse in the bible

2 Corinthians 6:14

 

her next words

came as no surprise

 

“show me you love me by taking my hand and converting”

 

her words hurt my heart

I would never ask her

to give up her personal beliefs about God

I would never force her

to chose between man and God

just think about how that sounds

choosing man over the lord

 

to her 

it all made sense

like every thing

I was ever taught

was completely wrong

what my father and mother believed

what their parents believed

my spiritual schooling

my teachers, spiritual leaders

all wrong

 

only her belief was correct

and there was no room

for both to exist

it had to be her way

 

I wanted to

unbridle my tongue

let it lash out with

the force of

the Mississippi river

flowing with vengeance

set out to rise above

its river’s bank

to cause pain and destruction

 

but I held my tongue

behind my lips

swallowing my pride

holding onto

the spirit in me

to stay calm, and

not to give

into anger

but to believe

that what will be

was meant to be

 

in my silence

she was free

to interpret it

any way

she wished

for I offered

no defense

I offered

no explanation

or arguments

I offered

nothing but

meekness

 

she became

more angry

demanding that

I show her

that I loved her

like the last four years

meant nothing

 

her words were like

tiny razor blades

cutting my flesh

with the precision

of a doctor

 

it didn’t take long

before she hit my heart

when she stood up to yell

at me that our love

was now over

 

I couldn’t hold back my tears

I couldn’t control my fears

I couldn’t lose her this way

 

Wait, Wait!!

I said

 

reaching my hand

out for her

she could see the tears

running down my cheeks

the empty void

that was filling my eyes

she could feel

the vibrations

on the floor

from my heart

pounding so hard

the rumble

of its force

measured as a

5.0 earth quake

 

she had to see

that my entire world

was crumbling

down all at once

and I was

drowning quickly

from the

under current

that chopped

off my feet

knocking me down

to my knees

 

I prayed so hard

with the faith

of a mustard seed

my eyes shut

so tight

that I felt

fire burning from 

behind my eye lids

 

I asked God

to please forgive me

but I couldn’t bare living

my life without her

and I would rather

spend eternity in hell

than to lose

just one single moment

on this earth with her

 

when I open my eyes

the first thing I saw

was her hand

Letting go

of the door

before it

slammed shut

© 2008 Flow


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

her words were like
tiny razor blades
cutting my flesh
with the precision
of a doctor

When a woman goes too far, the ache that is caused is felt by more than just her victim. She will realize, one day, her mistake. This was a beautiful piece full of the misery and uncompromising nastiness that I have found in some people.

Love,
Stephanie

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

As one who spiritually nuetral I can't began to understand how she would ask that kind of question but as a man who has been asked time and again to give up something I held so close that it might as well have been a spiritual figure i can't help but share the pain

Very well written and a truly personal piece of writing

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

What a unique depiction of sacrificing for love, definitely something different. ^_^ I liked the short lines, they worked well, and the story itself was lovely (though a little sad!) to read. One typo in the title, "Prayer" instead of "Prayor", right? :) Good job with this & good luck in the contest!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


2
next Next Page
last Last Page
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

367 Views
12 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on April 21, 2008
Last Updated on April 21, 2008

Author

Flow
Flow

Memphis, TN



About
The quiet submissive who adores to worship woman through lifestyle, poetry and stories. I have been writing for many years. At first I wrote alot of political poetry exploring my understanding of go.. more..

Writing
Night Walker Night Walker

A Poem by Flow


Love Love

A Poem by Flow



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..