Heaven's Weight
Was this, what it was for?
This path of metaphor
Trails of similes and imagery
Summits of sun-tossed poetry
Have I run this marathon
Bulked up my artistic bond
So on pretty words, rely
To bear witness, as you die?
I would return it all, every single line
To feel your flesh warming mine
How weakly, pen and paper breaks
Under the toll of heaven's weight
Now alone, facing the permanency
Of forever, my tears take a knee
I surrender, I concede, I relent, I submit
To whatever relief belief can give it.
Maybe
If I say my prayers
Just right
Maybe
If I cleanse the sin
From my sight
Maybe
The stars
Will show where you are
Tonight.
7/12/20
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2020
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