Peeling Away the Layers of My Song

This is about an individual who strives to shed the layers that threaten to tear her soul apart.

If it were not for the lungs of Old Man Winter
Who overpowers me with his frozen breaths,
I’d call out to your warm memories to unburden me
With this frolic mess my heart has put me in.
For I am in a state of emotional crisis whose boiler
Continues to build with temperamental songs
You have composed for me when we held out tangerines
And peeled away their layers of time that echoed
Within their orange colored flesh.
Saintly are the beings who visit me at night
And listen to me cry of lonely despair
When I drink my pain that burns my tears.
I follow your shadows around in my dreams
Where I am lead into the lighted stream
To ease the hunger that dwells within my soul,
And seduces my troubled spirit.
For I am lost in your words of praise to the one
Who guided you here in my icy visions;
Yet, I’m elated to be with the King of kings
Sharing in celebration of his wondrous deeds.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[TL Boehm]

the metaphor of tangerines was quite powerful. You pack so much in to so few lines when you write.

[Randolf Ramos]

This is a great religious poem!
well penned and the emotion expressed is a wisdom engraved.
Keep it up! Keep on writing!