thank you

thank you
for all those trips to hell
you made barefoot over the coals
pulling my bacon
out of the fire

i was
too young
too young

a child i saw
god as mean as satan

and i loved you
and knew
why you would not
why we could not
even then

and now iā€™m getting
wisdom faster faster
30 years of living
too fast too fast

my star burns
itself fast and bright
shame and glory
all that hot hell fire

were it not
for all that cooling water
you burned your hand
to pour over my
i would be
burned up
in the last

thank you
i needed an angel
and God sent you
as damaged
as me
because He knew
i would hear you
singed grey feathers
and all

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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4 Responses to thank you

  1. I love your posts! Definitely worth the follow. I am a new blogger and poet and I would love if you would check out my blog and provide feedback? Thanks so much!

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