Explain how so much life can be locked away, unanswered,
pressure building deep inside.
Breathing, molten, the impulse turns in on itself,
leaves the day hanging.
Do you remember what they taught in catechism
about purgatory and the dead air of waiting there?
Sinners purified by languishing.
Won't you finally get on with it and quit your anguishing?
You aren't there. You're here. In this moment.
The only one you have.
So what's keeping you, forever caught, hooked,
as life streams by?
Tell me. Is it pain weighs you down, or grief's caul,
or perhaps yesterday's rage immovable?
You are truly lost, I say, worrying belief, a bead
shiny and worn, insisting on penance.
Your only fault, as far as I can see, was aching to live
and dance your way free...
YOU ARE READING
Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
