I’m thinking of a wedding.
It could be yours, it could be mine
With a handsome man
so groomed and defined.
The white of this dress is pure
and the cut, well-trimmed.
In my mind are three words
and forever begins.
AISLE. ALTER. HYMN.
I’M READY!! I think, I presume?
But there are still some doubts that my mind consumes.
“Ag, just nerves”
I console my heart and think,
Mom gave me three words and it’ll be over,
AISLE .ALTER .HYMN
Some ululate, some cry as I walk down the aisle
I see my journey of life as I pass people by.
I cuss in my head,
‘I think I’m gonna die”
WHAT AM I DOING????
I’ve seen all the signs.
But then I remember
I’LL. ALTER. HIM
Infront of the alter
after the second hymn,
I see godly figures, cherubims and seraphims
I hear a voice.
God says, “You are dead”
I pinch my skin to check
and He says,
“Child you’ve ignored your Daily Bread”
Spiritually retarded, Dunno how it started,
But one thing I BELIEVED is that
I’LL. ALTER. HIM
He looks at me with loving eyes,
I shed a teardrop.
I mixed up the words and my soul says I should Stop.
I CAN’T ALTER HIM
Call me the runaway bride
But somehow I’ll gather up my pride
and wait on Him,
to show me the way , with less a price to pay.
Til that “big” day, once He shows me the way
those THREE WORDS used in the correct array.
I’ll wait for him
Reblogged this on SammyG's Soliloquies and commented:
This is a poem I wrote whilst dealing with heartbreak, going nowhere slowly in a relationship, and realizing that which I cannot accept, I can’t change. A selfish decision I took, that left me more whole than broken. I almost settled for someone else’s dream and took someone else’s gifts, in the meantime I was sacrificing my own. I am glad I realized this, before it was too late.
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