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My Confessor After All


My Confessor After All

I feel you all around me every minute, every day.
And the crux here is so cruel-
too cruel.
I know what I am;
I know the things that I've done-
and I am so afraid to reveal them to you.
But, if I knew you could hold them all
would I truly have found my soul mate?
But how do you trust your lover that much?
How do you allow yourself to be so exposed and vulnerable?
And how do you trust someone with secrets so shameful ;
secrets so dirty and oily that you want to wash them off of you
just as Lady MacBeth?
Could I ever expect to hide these terrible deeds in your mind
and not feel them burn every I touched your skin?
I'm being selfish by sharing these burdens,
by even thinking of sharing them,

but I'm so tired of carrying them alone.
When the rain falls here at night,
sometimes it beats a pattern of words into my brain-
over and over, the same words with my mother’s voice
And my grandmothers condemnation,
all reminding me of all that I am and of all that I am not.
God, it is so cruel how 5 minutes of your life
can prove everyone correct who ever doubted
your ability, your character, your kindness.
I so don’t want you to be one those judges.
But what if you are? For all we have talked about,
there is so much that we haven’t spoken of.
I can only see the beauty in me
when it’s reflected back through your eyes.
I do not think that I could live without those brief moments of hope;
without those brief moments of self-forgiveness.
Should I forfeit those small moments of relief and youth and innocence?
For honesty?  Just for honesty? ?
I suppose this seems such a simple question

to those who've lived perfect lives;
for people who never had to struggle with brain or body;
for those who doubt nothing.
But there are those on the fringes,
and we live everyday high upon a tightrope.
We have to decide whether to look down at our feet
or up towards the heavens.
Looking down is terrifying, but looking up to heaven
Past the clouds and past the stars;
you can feel yourself being watched

and you Know, you just Know
is that whether falling or staying the course,

all you can do is make your best decision and hope it was the right thing. 

Author notes

Deciding how far in to let someone I love. Do I let them see everything or to do I keep hiding? Turns out the honesty was so appreciated that I'm now married.
*** I've been away from poetry (wrting) for so long kow while dealing with a conumdrum that I'm afraid of lost the tough altogether. Please go gently- BUT honestly. Thank you for reading. ***Rae***

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  • Endeavor gold member
    January 26, 2009

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    Very Good


    I liked you words a lot Ray
    More for your confession of thoughts
    than for the sound of them as read, or spoken
    I would need to read a lot more to say much further
    Pour your soul out if you can

    That is where I get my best crafting of words

    Rick


  • redbarchettadrive gold member
    January 26, 2009

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    Hello FaeRae!
    These are my favorite lines:
    "But there are those on the fringes,
    and we live everyday high upon a tightrope.
    We have to decide whether to look down at our feet
    or up towards the heavens.
    Looking down is terrifying, but looking up to heaven
    Past the clouds and past the stars;
    you can feel yourself being watched

    and you Know, you just Know
    is that whether falling or staying the course,

    all you can do is make your best decision and hope it was the right thing. "

    Exceptional writing here!
    I was also reading your bio earlier and you spoke of that 50 word poem that you was not so sure of where it had come from. Do you still have it?
    I'd like to read it. I started writing in 2nd or 3rd grade when they taught about haiku. I got overly descriptive for a kid and had high praise on my paper. I decided I liked the praise and haven't looked back. I made you a favorite so I can read your mind. Read mine!


  • azlyn gold member
    January 25, 2009

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    Deeply moving write here. The burning questions of life...all exposed here within your thoughts. It was as if I could hear your mind speaking to you, trying so hard to make the right choices. This is so honest...so touching. I loved it from beginning to end. The AN's are marvelous...best to you lovely poet!


    Az


  • myrataal gold member
    January 19, 2009

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    It is so good to see you back!

    And while you were away, you had been published in KREATIV''s book GAINED LOSS! I so want to send you this book. Please let me know your address.

    About the poem:

    As always you expressed your thoughts and yearning with sincerity. I could feel the turmoil within every line. The wonderment of true love is in the fact that one does that which is best for both, for the relationship is about commitment and about two becoming one. Only you who know your soul mate, can act upon this intuitive knowing.
    Trust your heart. decide and act upon your decision.

    May beautiful things come your way during 2009 Precious Rae!

    Love
    Myra