To A Place That Is Holy
I'm not sure why I come here again and again
To the place where my bones used to lie rotting
beneath my flesh
The place where my heart fluttered
like the broken wings of a baby bird
fallen from its nest
shivering in a warm spring wind
I'm not sure where the ghost of me is anymore
and sometimes I miss the oblivion
There was the companionship of her voice
keeping me company
The growling hunger that kept the ache away
II
It comes and it goes
The nightmares of bodies
The blood streaked thighs
There was the water, the confession of my sins
and the prayers to a God that never came
Forgiveness is holy and draws my breath inward
I can, I tell myself in whispers that grow louder
until my voice is raw and ragged
echoing to the world that I am here
Angela Minard 2011©
I'm not sure why I come here again and again
To the place where my bones used to lie rotting
beneath my flesh
The place where my heart fluttered
like the broken wings of a baby bird
fallen from its nest
shivering in a warm spring wind
I'm not sure where the ghost of me is anymore
and sometimes I miss the oblivion
There was the companionship of her voice
keeping me company
The growling hunger that kept the ache away
II
It comes and it goes
The nightmares of bodies
The blood streaked thighs
There was the water, the confession of my sins
and the prayers to a God that never came
Forgiveness is holy and draws my breath inward
I can, I tell myself in whispers that grow louder
until my voice is raw and ragged
echoing to the world that I am here
Angela Minard 2011©
4 comments:
Wow. This is one of the best poems you have ever written. Your honesty is incredibly powerful. Your words carry so much emotion, and it is amazing how you are always able to weave such remarkable beauty into stanzas expressing all of your deep pain and sorrow.
You have a tremendous gift, Angie, and your voice is so much more than just an echo. You are a strong and beautiful woman, and I am so blessed to have crossed paths with you.
You are always in my thoughts and I will always wish you the best <3
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Nicole
Such a beautiful poem about a horrible thing. And part of its beauty is that it feels like such a strong poem, from a woman growing stronger all the time.
this is an extraordinary poem. i wonder if it was difficult to write.
There was some pain in writing it, but when I write a poem it always feels like it somehow writes itself.
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