the unraveling
the unraveling
I step inside
the cold
stone
church.
each step
an echo
one.
two.
one.
two.
one.
two.
this place is scary
it’s too dark
I feel things
I haven’t allowed myself
to feel before.
My eyes dance
to the stained glass
painting the room
in sorrowful colors.
that man
he gave
everything-
everything I’m
trying to hold-
so that
he could hold me.
how
with all these
transgressions
could he hold me?
My nose stings.
frankincense.
for the King of Kings
and lowliest of shepherds.
I’m not the first one
who’s been
betrayed by a kiss.
who’s experienced death
waited for resurrection.
My ears ring
but I don’t hear bells
this is the
silence screaming-
you shouldn’t be here
you don’t deserve this
you’re just bandaging
a broken heart.
I know who I am.
I know who I serve.
that man
who gave everything-
everything I try and hold-
he will catch me
if I fall
but if I fly
he’ll fly with me.
My knees slam
to the cold
stone
floor.
each word an echo.
Pater
noster
qui es in coelis
this place is dark.
it’s eerie.
my feelings
uncensored.
I’m crying?
this place is beautiful.
it’s vulnerable.
my soul
unraveling.
Rayne, this is a beautiful poem. After mornings prayer this morning and praying the rosary. I read it aloud and meditated on your prose and imagery.
Well done.