For Now
A poem about processing guilt by ED 6/15/22
How can I leave them at the foot of the throne
When they fill up pages of notes on my phone?
How can I hear the end of the story
When the blood-shaded flashbacks are so gory?
Who do I turn to when the guilt chokes out my voice?
How do I forgive myself for my selfish, rash choice?
The questions that swirl menacingly around my skull
Have ramped up the throbbing, from null to dull
To raging, overtaking my senses, they’re undeniable
The mirror is cursed, I am unrecognizable
Try as I might to scrub off the stain
“Out, damned spot!” I scream into the rain
The sun hasn’t stopped shining in through the glass
But the clouds of my mind refuse to pass
There is no wind, no clearing breeze
To move the storm along, to calm the seas
And all the while he’s pondering or dozing
Wandering among musings, meandering and moseying
Ignoring the gravity of the situation
Time and again “it’s fine,” is his only refutation
The tears are blockaded in both of our hearts
Mine from shock and his from being apart
From the truth and beauty of reality
Beaten senseless by authority, the brutality!
Just pause for a moment and reflect
Thanks for accepting the apology, but don’t deflect
My heartfelt confession in favor of comfort
Complacency is a killer, the soul should come first
“Don’t let me fall again” I demand, as if he’s in control
To raise us to Heaven is the ultimate goal
For now I put this weary worry to rest
Determined to do better, to become the best.
About the Creator
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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