My Mary Jane’s sank with each step
I hid my courage within a bottle
My faith, a flask with a picture of Jesus
Holy Friday my heart is wholly staggering
With each sip of praise
Every stumbling step forward
I join the group of mourners
Slowly sinking in the mud
Fresh dirt from the newly dug space
Stunned faces from the Jagerbomb dropped
We attend liquid confessional afterward
Disclosing our sins
I wipe the dirt from my shoes
Dust the ash that missed the tray
And leave behind what is lost
© 2008 Miss Blue
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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