What do you bring to the confessional?
Wasted hours; a kind thing undone,
and another, and another; or some
singular crime, a thought or deed
that left a wound, some innocent
bereft of confidence and cheer?
Have you taken what was not yours
to keep; kissed one not yours to claim?
Or is it deeper, darker than these?
Did you see your path was cold
and steep, so turn an easier way?
Have you scoured your heart of love,
set it to harden in a kiln of rage?
Drop it on the tiles, then. Let it break.
I LOVE the ending.
Very poignant. Really like this poem – perfect.
Thank you for this touching poem. It is very helpful to me.
A powerful and controlled indictment. Excellent.
wow!
I really like this poem a lot. I’ve been exploring your site & reading some of your poetry & enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing!
Very rarely do I read a poem I have to copy down into my notebook for years of rereads. This is one of them. Thank you, thank you for it.
I’m not sure now why I wrote ‘indictment’. This is simply a beautiful poem about confession!
” Have you scoured your heart of love,
set it to harden in a kiln of rage?
Drop it on the tiles, then. Let it break.”
Those words spoke to me so eloquently….I re-read your piece to take it all in…..allow it to marinate in my psyche.
I am happy I found your site.
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