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The Miracle That Never Was

When I was five or six years old
A guilt ridden Priest
Gave me a plastic figurine
The Holy Mother
Transparent...(how very ironic)
Filled with Holy Water

When the Virgin looked away
Offended by my Daddy's games
I would recite the miracles
To take my mind off the score
And wonder if the Holy Water in her belly
Would work a miracle that night

Though I  knew every miracle by heart
(Water into wine...the first
Some say most important)
No one came to save me
Not the Priest
Not the Virgin Mother
Not even my own excuse for a mother

Dammit..the red stuff missed the mark tonight
I can still feel....I can still feel
And all the Angels..and the bloody Arc Angels
Where are they now
Where are the Saints..the Prophets
In-fact...hey God...where the hell are you ?

Where were you all those years ago
When we were scared..and broken
I looked so hard
I never found you
Hey Jesus how about another miracle?
I trade the holy water
For a drop of red stuff


I'm not asking for the Corpus Cristi
Just one more drink

So I don't have to feel

Author notes

Don't know if this fits the prompt......I suppose in my head when I wrote it, I was pondering whether certain people deserved redemption, and whether I deserved redemption...given my inner demons...and whether I wanted to be redeemed. if the path to redemption meant I had to forgive?

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  • Shades of Pale silver member
    November 19
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    Whoa, powerful peice!

    I felt everything, I loved it lots! Keep writing


  • Mark Harrap
    November 16

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    the miracle is YOU

    i could have been your brother ... you could have been my sister ... but nothing ... nothing ...would have changed ... a most powerful and heart wrenching piece of brilliance,from a most genuine and sincere poet ... as darkness attempts to consume us all,you continue to communicate in colours ,changing the lives of all you meet ... I remain in awe


  • blank1 silver member
    November 9
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    holy shit,made me cry,very powerful poem,i have alot of anger in me now darlin


  • spideracer gold member
    November 8

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    There is a lot of pain hidden within the lines of this sad poem, such emotions come through loud and clear. What you went through as a child can not be forgotten, it but can be got over in time, pushed aside in your thoughts. For that need be done for child to grow, to move on from the madness of long ago. I too was there once, praying to god, to Jesus but they never heard me, so I was left to suffer alone. Well I know now why they never came to my aide and....no I won't go there, for that be a whole life time to discuss. Now dear, where did I put down my drink? Oh darn, I've forgot, I gave you my last so enjoy!


    • Snowing Kisses gold member
      November 9
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      THANKS SWEETS...to be honestly....mostly i dont go into that bit of my head too often...the reason why I write this stuff...is so that people realize it happens...ignorance is the thing that allows kids like my sister n me to suffer in silence...and sometimes worse...
      hugs
      T


  • AngelBellerose gold member
    November 6

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    I doesn't matter sweet soul for they say about you.. the thing that matters most is the hurt in your soul.. this writing is painful i feel the little girl inside.. if i had of been your mom he would have had one last leg to stand on... I am sorry for the pain you went through as a child.. how can a father take the flower of his child... One day he will pay the price in soul for this pain he inflicted on this little soul... always dear heart for you are in my prayers...always love Angel♥

    we all have times we need to vent love...God knows

  • thedaveformula
    November 4

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    sincere

    a very sincere poem and one that is spiritually thought provoking. i don't know the answers to there whats and ifs of God, but i do like this poem. we live in a cynical world, we question everything. poetry may bring you closer to a higher understanding of whatever is out there.


  • zappa gold member
    November 3

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    i have Scotch in place of red wine. If you look at it behind red stained glass, you'll never know the difference and it will taste just as sweet as your beautiful words dear T "

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