On Bended Knee

Written by: Diana-Marie Bombardieri

awareness of what she had done
liberated tears, one by one

memories flooded her musing
sorrow struck for what she’d be losing

her vision began to blur
her words no more than a slur

“how did I get to this point”?
a moment, she could not appoint

where there was hurt, she felt numb
her core felt vacant like a drum

eyelids curtain, all became dark
nothing now but a question mark

“will God forgive and welcome me”?
I pray He will, on bended knee

April 21, 2012
For Paula's CONTEST "...and with a sip"