Monday, February 7, 2011

poem 2/6/2-11

When i say "I surrender who i am"

i just want to scram

from the horror of my sins and yet

i can't cash in

All the futility and morose grieving

doesn't bring me to Eden

It scratches scales and leaves me bleeding

from unquenchable tears of frustration

In the hopeful proclamation,

that "life is good" for the takin

Joy and strength breakforth

and silence the anxiety with in

For better, for worse, in pain and shame

contrast the light that blinds and scratches
the slime of shame

from tridents touch to suckers punch and back

to Saving Grace


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