Hate
I have yearned for you to drawyour last breath yesterday
every day
for more days
than I can even remember.
Or just leave.
Go back to that place where
not the sun, but the call to prayer
wakes you every morn
to worship
the one
you deem
above all.
Whose teachings
justify in your mind
that women
sisters, wives
the woman who
gave life to you
have less value than
the dirt beneath your feet.
Go back
so that I may find myself again.
LEAVE!
so that I may
uncover my pride
find
my self worth
my inner beauty
my abundant love
So that my wounds
may heal
without your stench of disdain
shadowing my dawn,
attempting to taint
the love
the true Savior has
shown me.
As I unfurl my wings.
My Lord says I should forgive
But
I cannot yet forgive
nor forget
Knowing the earth beneath MY feet
shall one day fall upon your grave.
the sands running swiftly
through my fingers.
I toss them to the wind
and
I fly.
Poetry by CelticWish
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Written on 2007-04-21 at 13:32
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