I Confess
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AN EMOTIVE WRITE
The ornate church door creaked as I entered
My eyes soon became accustomed to the dusky light
Candles flickered, their shadows dancing on the walls
I knelt down at one of the heavily polished pews
It was many many years since I had been to this church
My hands clutched my string of rosary beads -
I’d had them since my first communion
Folding my hands I began to pray
Finally after a few minutes I opened my eyes
In the corner of the church I could see the confession booth
Suddenly the door sprang open
A wizened old man emerged; he was bent over with age
But even after all these years I recognised him
Those eyes that bored into my very soul
The abuse had started when I was in the choir
My life had been ruined from such an early age
As a teenager I went off the rails
Drink, drugs, anything to try and kill the pain
Spent years in and out of prison
Now I was finally free
Father I asked, do you have a moment to hear my confession
He turned round slowly and hobbled back into the confession booth
I followed him and sat down on the scarlet velvet cushion
He opened the little grille between the two booths
Forgive me father for I have sinned
I killed a man and beg your forgiveness
When did this happen my child…
It was then I pulled the trigger
Date:29/07/15
Contest:Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2015
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