Exfoliation
what she called progress
i call exfoliation
my soul still raw
two days since
raw as layers disappear
as with sandpaper and
weight
on my
lungs
i
can't
breathe
prayer beads stop panic
Jesus, save me
Fauré brings me back
breathing returns
how many layers?
how far through hell
must i walk
before i find
the me i'm meant to be?
i call exfoliation
my soul still raw
two days since
raw as layers disappear
as with sandpaper and
weight
on my
lungs
i
can't
breathe
prayer beads stop panic
Jesus, save me
Fauré brings me back
breathing returns
how many layers?
how far through hell
must i walk
before i find
the me i'm meant to be?
Labels: Spider Poetry
posted by The Other Gatekeeper at
2:50 PM
4 Comments:
*hug*
just breathe, Spidey. That's work enough some days.
oh, dear spider....it can really be like exfoliating with a belt sander sometimes. *hugs* and prayers always.
Tracy
the quote that got me through times like that:
"The farther down into Hell you go to gain momentum, the higher you shall be able to reach."
Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Frances
uh...that's Saint Francis
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