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.
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…
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