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Fallen

For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: to write a piece launched by this quote from Sherlock Holmes (the series):

Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them …..

Seventy times seven, blah, blah, blah. Have you ever done the math? I have. 490. That’s it. At this point I have more than fulfilled my quota of this mandate to forgive. Besides, I don’t see anyone standing in line to forgive me for existing. In fact, the hits keep coming, if you know what I mean. Here are a few gems from that hit list…

“Love the sinner, hate the sin…You know we love you. We just don’t agree with your lifestyle choices….You could change if you wanted to…You have an agenda…Stop flaunting your sexuality…It’s just a phase…You don’t deserve special rights…It’s because of you we have earthquakes, hurricanes, floods…the plague (I wish I was that powerful)…You’re an abomination…God hates you…You’re going to hell (kinda thought I was already there)…and my personal favorite; the one that rips through me like a hot poker through butter…I’m praying for you.

Please don’t. I’m trying to forgive you. I’m trying to not judge you. I’m trying to love you, but you make it so difficult.

Because there’s this too. “Love your enemies… If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them.” I fall short everyday. But that doesn’t mean I don’t keep trying; 490 times 490 times and counting.

One day I’ll get it right. In the meantime I am well aware of my flaws and weaknesses. I’m no angel…but neither are you.

And there I go again. Judging you for judging me. I guess that’s why we need practice at this forgiveness thing. I should have just said, “I’m no angel” and left it at that.

~kat


Reclaiming

Collage, ‘in other words’ by Charles Bukowski


i can’t breathe
second-hand hot air
billowing
tinged with booze
too close, you are much too close
i say i need space

i can’t hear
i stopped listening
to your lies
silly me
i once believed every word
when i was easy

i can’t feel
my heart stopped beating
oh, it pumps
i’m alive
if you can call this living
numbing existence

i can’t leave
i think you’d like that
me leaving
so i stay
resistance in reclaiming
myself in the void

~kat

A Shadorma for MindloveMisery’s Menagerie Sunday Challenge, this week, to explore the topic of: Adjust to the Space of Self, using the collage and poem by Bukowski as inspiration.

A Shadorma is a stanza or series of stanzas with the syllable count o 3/5/3/3/7/5 for a total of 26 syllables.