Posted Monday, June 16th, 2008
Betwixt and Between
For ten years I was drowned
Then rose from the sea,
Shrugging off the weeds and the mud
amidst the skullduggery.
I entered a land of betwixt and between
Where love was red hots in mounds of ice cream.
Where mouths burned, laughing in screams,
Where “I love you forever, sister & friend”
Was turned inside out with a twist and bend.
A weapon was made only fear could wield
the love was slashed so you could see inside-
what never was right could no longer hide.
So lost and grieving the journey goes on.
In faith and love
New gardens plowed.
What wild wonders will these fresh fields yield...?
Hope and patience, forgiveness, trust?
In truth what I most lust is soulful peace.
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Posted by Donia Carey on Tuesday, June 17th, 2008 at 3:50 AM
What a delightful poem, Annie. Thank you.