Whisper 2 Shout | Poetic NC

POETRY IS MY WHISPER BREATHED THROUGH UNCENSORED LIPS

And oft times my shout

about the other one’s eclipse

It’s is my own dance of words

And rendition of word play

and with each poem exhaled

my soul sings that day

Yes, this is the beginning of my monologue

and, the introduction to my blog

I am happy each time I have an audience

and I get an opportunity to reflect and reminisce

all about my now and my then

and the dark and the light places that I have been

In this blog a little more of me will be exposed

And I hope I have an audience of friends and not an audience of foes

You see I began this poetry journey as a way of escape

from abuse, neglect, scandalous lies, and even rape

And as I traveled, I learned poetry could be my weapon of choice

and sometimes it pays greatly to have a forum and platform to lift your voice

And yes, I said rape or haven’t you heard

Women in the movement are highlighting this word

And in this recitation

without hesitation

or reservation

Other sensitive words may be declared

Some you’ve heard from me and some I have not yet shared

Like do you know that for the longest time I’ve cried

because as a Christian I didn’t forgive my father until just before he died

And although I often prance and frolic

I have a sister who died as an alcoholic

And one of the hardest things that I have known was the day I pulled the plug

and I said my goodbye and gave her the last hug

Alcoholic she may have been, but many understood her essence

and many graced her home going with their presence

Still today I sometimes feel guilt

for I don’t know if I added patches to her patch work quilt

And I still carry some shame for some of my past sin

And I must remind myself that God calls me friend

You see because he cleanses me, I am no longer dirty

not even in the bedroom with my husband being flirty

I bet you didn’t know I have a major fear of cats

Additionally, I have an equal fear of rats

But I’m taking all my fears

and jeers

pain

and stain

and I’m leaving them with Christ

I’m laying them on healed, for he’s already paid the price

And as I conclude tonight’s monologue

I will return for another poetically speaking blog