I Stopped Stealing So I Could Take My First Step
i was fifteen
and unsure
my first step
with oil on his thumb
he crossed my forehead
the light pored in
it was the only thing
i could see
but for
gold lacing
the heat unbearable
as i broke into sweat
he spoke but
no word did i hear
the ground seemed to shift
my knees where week
it lasted but minutes
eternity seemed to fold
my sponsors hand
was on my shoulder
even that disappeared
i was nothing
but for the light
slowly my eyes cleared
waiting for him to return
and when he did i said
"father jim is it alright if i go sit down"
(a poem about when i became a cat-acumen)
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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