Church Bells
A poem about overcoming, forgiving myself, and moving forward by ED 4/5/22
Disgusting texts from unknown numbers
Nasty whispers in my ears
How many were the scale-tipping blunders
What is the price to hold one near
Victims blamed and wrongly accused
My face a swollen mess of tears
Debts to God overly due
Hiding the pain of hidden years
Can sugar buy love
Or only time
‘Til the fallen dove
Ekes out plain rhyme
While the torment below
Begins to steam and boil
Rich in kindness, anger slow
Beauty true and ever royal
I didn’t treat myself with respect
I simply didn’t have the knack
Therefore how could I expect
From others that same treatment back
Memories half-gone with time and rot
Burying emotions will never fix
What I wish I had forgot
What I tried to substitute for the pyx
An empty vessel without presence
Fingers in the hull’s bullet holes
Ships sinking loaded with decadence
Church bells sound with mourning tolls.
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Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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