On Bended Knee
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"
Copyright © Diana-Marie Bombardieri | Year Posted 2012
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