Maybe a lost cause
a lost girl.
Found by a wayward woman.
A predator, inquisitive, tarnished but bold.
Weaving her web to wayward prey.
Talons sharpened by the victims she slays.
Ascending the turbulent sky…defacing ache.
I guess she must fly where pleasure belongs.
I want to believe…she teases away the mistakes.
It drink it in as though, it were my original sin.
Tin boots beating at the paneled walls…that hold my mind in place.
A cool breeze canvases karma and comes away…whispered reminders of debts yet…to be paid.
How daring to not imbibe when the spirits surround my blind side.
The hoarse intonations gather at the base of bad decisions…
And, what I hear?
...there is no place to hide. I will find me!
A caretaker…she had asked me about…how I feel about…prayer.
The room enclosed, sterile, without flair.
I bounce the question around my mind like kick balls fluctuating against a solid wall.
Where was the ‘good doctor’ going?
She knew my truth…yet, there had been a wanting of understanding.
Needles in a cushioned tomato…picking, pricking, anxiety clouded my honesty.
All I had known was the ‘Father!’
Why corner me with him?
My resolve against religion was worn thin.
All revelations and testaments were gaunt.
I did not pale in response.
‘I cannot speak for you…What you have been through…I only understand that the King…did not give me my due.’
In the silence,
only a simple response…
‘I will pray…for you.’