Sunday, November 8, 2015

Lily Tierney- A Poem


I know it is quicksand,
the more you struggle
the deeper it takes you.

Just float it can't be more
than a few feet.
But, it feels like a tunnel
going into the depths of
my soul.

A stranger's hand reaching out,
I grasp it having known this person
for eternity.

I can see myself in the mirror,
my reflection is full of sand and clay.
I, however, have been washed clean; as if
baptized for the sins I never committed.

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