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Carmel Finnerty-Gonzales Poem
THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL.
I played that game and played it well
'til it brought me here today.
As a child exposed and vulnerable,
for protection, the blanket would stay.
I wrapped it around me tightly
and clung through years untold,
manipulating and controlling
behind this shield of gold.
I chose to see no further
and exploited every stitch
'til it lay in threads around me,
but still I re-wove and knit.
As time went on, half clad, I bared
the dark side of my soul
but turned my head and stooped so low
to make that blanket whole.
I wore it thin. Nine lives it lived,
'til that fabric was no more
and the threads I used for cover
bore a festering open sore.
Copyright © Carmel Finnerty-Gonzales | Year Posted 2006
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Carmel Finnerty-Gonzales Poem
I dreamed I was a writer, the pen I could not put down.
And in the dream my books would fill the Library in my town.
Ah, but too the Lord hath spoken says he. "There's no financial gain, its wealth
will come to those who read the books that print your name".
This did not make me happy for I was almost broke
and I says "Lord there's no incentive when you do for other folk"
But as I floated around the Library for in the dream this was the case
I learned that money did not matter much when put in its rightful place.
It was here the thought occurred to me 'A Revelation of past years'
that is took this Library of books to release my childhood fears.
For I was known as a deep thinker, one rarely heard me speak
but when I put the pen to paper the Mississippi sprang a leak.
In flooding my experiences from page to endless page
I faced my inner shadow released it from it's cage.
Perhaps I misinterpreted for the Lord would speak no wrong
and sweetly, oh, so sweetly my voice returned in song.
For the first to read the books of course before they were put on any shelf,
was now Author and Editor of the wealth I bought myself.
Copyright © Carmel Finnerty-Gonzales | Year Posted 2006
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Carmel Finnerty-Gonzales Poem
I played that game and played it well till it brought me here today.
As a child exposed and vulnerable for protection the blanket would stay.
I wrapped it around me tightly and clung through years untold,
manipulating and controlling behind this shield of gold.
I choose to see no further and exploited every stitch
till it lay in threads around me, yet still I re wove and knit.
As time went on half clad I bared the dark side of my soul
but turned my head and stooped so low to make that blanket whole.
I wore it thin, nine lives it lived till that fabric was no more
and the threads I used for cover bore a festering open sore.
Copyright © Carmel Finnerty-Gonzales | Year Posted 2006
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