At the foot of my bed the air shakes and it quivers
Flared nostrils appear on a menacing form
glowing dark red and orange it lunges towards me
strangling me and pinning me down
Held by my throat I hear a small prayer
and rise off the bed forcing it back
Crushing it's spirit with my own body
I snarl, "Get the fuck, out of my room"
The following day my footsteps are haunted
whispers are heard and shadows come near
The air still shakes and quivers at times
and fear and sadness will not go away
Settling in atop of my bed
apprehension and fear begin to seep in
so I confess to my partner of what had transpired
and am told that was me in a menacing form
That was all of my hurt and all of my pain
all of my anger and self deprecation
Where I forgave others for all of their sins
I dwell on my own and punish me so
My heart starts to sink as I start to recall
that apparition in menacing form
of anger and hurt and nostrils which flared
glowing brilliantly orange, blue and then red
In the dark of the night he appears once again
where the air shakes and quivers right beside my own bed
but this time I clasp him to my own chest
and sit in forgiveness, compassion and grace
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