Blank Slate
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Mystic Rose Rose .
Listen to poem:
Quote: Free from preconceptions and biases, He never judges us
though we constantly mess up, He never does keep count.
A life of prostitution taught her never to take
anything for granted;
Numerous were her sins, far greater was her guilt
but she never sang inside that iron cage of hers
She considered herself to be the lowest of the lowest
until one day
She found herself crawling up to an altar
in the middle of the night.
Hungering for more than flesh, the power of the cross consumed her
igniting flames inside of her, and allowing her to feel her own brokenness
An unrest came upon her and she decided to flee,
but just before she reached the doors a tender voice spoke
through the walls of the cathedral
"My child, why do you run from me. Do you not know, that the moment
you came to me, you became a newborn Dove, cleaner than snow"
The End.
Feb 22, 2023
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Blank Slate
Contest Name This or That, Vol 16
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment