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Rrriiiipppp!

The foreboding sound

that threatens.

The sad thing is,

it is ripping the damaged

cloth of a frayed marriage

I hear myself saying.

“It is all for the best”

I am running for cover

Seeking for a new lover

to bridge the gap of in between

Father please help me to live clean

Of promiscuous prance

Peeking for a tickle to my fance ---ey

How I am going to maintain, I cannot see

Lord we thick like thieves must be

If I am to survive,

this bank robbery.



The dregs of this bitter cup

Taste like hopefulness out of luck

I can see the stains on the bottom

Reminding me of what once was

That should not have been

The recipe was bad

The outcome was sad

We were not prepared

Our foundation not well clad

A precious fruit

Nonetheless,

A princess

So beautiful

Has come out of this concoction

Only God can make sweet candy

Out of pungent misery.



What does it mean

Her presence

The statement of her undeniable

Oneness of us

She is so beautiful- as us

Why are we so ugly- as us

Her splendor begs to differ.

God formed her in the feminine part of us

Should we have allowed him to form us

As exquisitely as she is.

Is it too late

Almost three weeks to the wake.

Before the nails hammer in.

I can hear them offending the wood

As they sound the voice of the end

Bang, bang, bang!!

Is that it.

Is it finished.

I know that I need to be away from such

A bewitched state

But I was just hoping

I was just looking for

I was just crossing my fingers

Holding my breath

Believing against all odds

For a MIRACLE!!

An act of god that defies all odds

That makes heap and rubble of all false gods

Divorce, separation, adultery,

fornication, un-forgiveness,

on and on and on.

I was secretly hanging on

In a place that no one can see

But I feel myself letting go

I have let go

It is so scary

It feels eerie

Three weeks

a lot can happen

in 21 days.















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