Bones of the Poem: Day21 #NaPoWriMo

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Let this poem, be the poem that finally 

swallows my ego, 

where i have died a thousand and one 

deaths, only to die again tomorrow, 

Let this poem be the blade of judgment, 

and bring back a compassionate plea,

blessed be the ointment of my soul, 

and I will know how it feels to feel, 

tears falling like monsoons out of season,

and I will know how it feels to feel, 

broken like the alabaster box at the feet of Jesus, 

and I will know how it feels to feel  alive, 

like the woman with the issued of blood,

twelve long years bleeding out

this single prayer,

and I will know this prayer sits at

 the door, patiently waiting for me,  

to come

home. Poet Krissy Mosley video created and spoken by me

13 thoughts on “Bones of the Poem: Day21 #NaPoWriMo”

  6. Ellie Thompson

    Oh, wow, Krissy … this really touched my soul. The words have such a beautiful depth to them. You have such talent with the spoken word, and it is an honour to have heard your voice. You have such a great skill with both written and spoken word poetry. Keep going, my friend xxx ❤ ❤ ❤

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