Dear lord,
I have a problem.
If I knew who you were
could I know me too?
If I crafted a mask
in His name,
would it hide me
and all my shame?
Without self
what is left?
I am afraid
to find out.
When walls
not of lies,
but
half-truths,
become too hard
to defeat
I will die alone
and live off
what little live earth
is left of what once was
the Pacific coast,
Big Sur
Family road trips
out to Pfeiffer creek
savoring cold water
running through fingers and hair
hot sun from the west
bathed in gold and green
clean water
sacred light
and fertile ground
and resenting
the three that sat far away
but never far enough,
apparently.
Fuck.
I have no identity.
- Katherine
Constructive critisism is encouraged!
Comments
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when you say "Him", do you mean God?
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Yes, yes I do.
I thought I was being clever XP
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Yes you do sweetie..For me its KD..for others you are???, For you ? - You are many things..At times you are the reason I hang on,other times you are inspiration, sometimes you are desire but however you sort it out do not forget you are someone that makes cuddly feelings in the heart of many, You know...One of the people that makes the ends of bread..A heeler...Thank you for all you have done for me!..... .OH Duh..I like the poem too..lol..I got a little lost in all it brought to mind n heart....Mark
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