POETRY
A Confessional
Free Verse poem
I don’t always tell you the plagues of my soul even you, my sacred tome would shiver from such knowledge but today I must lay bare these rattling bones
I have sought light begged it to bathe me caressed these prayer beads ’til my fingers are numb my legs cramp from the hours bent in quiet meditation
I’ve repeated the mantras days spent reciting verse upon verse of sacred chants meant to cleanse my spirit my voice cracked whipped in the wind
Where is the redemption the promised peace the gurus say should come?
Should I bleed out these veins flog these welted scars disrobe my shame for the world?
A darkness resides within me a place so vile, so cruel no beauty can dwell here
Only the reaper can mend my broken bones
©2015 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.
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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her Medium Blog, Ravyne’s Nest.