Prayers to the Muse - Pagan Poetry Forum
Why
sifting through the pages
wading through the memories
Lost and found again
captured forever
on these pages
these pages,
some yellowed with age
some snow white,crisp
and fresh
like wounds old and Knew
looking through these
papers
it's like picking at the scabs
fresh blood flowing from
underneath
Until there is no more scab
but only a scar
swimming through the
sea of blood that pours
from my heart and mind
Body and soul
I enjoy it!
relish in it
feel it's bittersweet taste
in my mouth as I
swallow my pain
again and again
the pain feeds me - keeps me whole who I am
It is my soul
Rebecca Marquis
