Confessions: Holy Land

by Kakera   Jul 9, 2014


I'm a liar.
I'm a destroyer.
I'm a herald of heartbreak.

I wreck people like hurricanes wreck houses;
My obfuscated goals and purposes always come first,
even at anyone else's expense.

With all my sins written on my skin,
I stay hidden in plain sight - above:
you'd have to climb a mountain of broken people to reach me -

And even if you'd reach me,
you'd never be able to capture the moment
of my surprised smile.

Because I'm way past the letting go
of every ounce of good in me,
and I reject your dreams of free love.

So stay far away,
because this place is my penance -
This is my holy land.

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Yet another Saffie's Number Game, prompts were:
letting go
hidden
climbing mountains
capturing moments
dreams of freedom
hidden agenda

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  • 10 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    See... This one is much better and you came back with your descriptions and metaphors, it does make such a difference to a poem!

    This was really open and I think there was a lot if insecurity between the lines, probably the fear of being hurt, of being broken. I admire that honesty.

    I think the safety it holds within the idea of a Holy land is quite unique, yet people can relate to this if they have safety within their religion. Or, just in that place they go to where they hide, and become closed off to the world, this then becomes their holy land because they do not let anyone else in it. It becomes safe.

    Great use of the prompts.
    Well done

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