Daughter of Christ,
With strawberry hair,
Why do you cry out?
Because you stain yourself cherry red?
Left to bleed out and rust,
You pray to the father.
I do not know what you have done,
But I know I have done it too.
Join my hands, as we water our sins,
Wake up from dreams to nightmares,
And fail to have children of our own.
Daughter of Christ,
With the eyes of emeralds,
Why do you weep alone?
See, you and I are not so different.
Though no one writes of me,
I too am not forgotten.
You share a holy name with no immaculate conception.
Let him touch you, for that is all you need.
I believe my God will see me in you.
Once the ink dried on those pages,
The tips of your fingers touched his robe,
He knew I'd be the one who never forgets you.
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An Ode to Muses to Polyhymnia
PoetryThis poetry collection explores loneliness, theology, Biblical characters, depression, heartbreak, and disappointment. It's a good read for someone going through a bad time, but surprisingly hopeful.
