I.
travels a long way
to see what’s damaged
and what’s okay
i’ve been through it,
lifted from that seat
i’ve been through it,
ain’t no defeat
it was either: turn out like this
or end up in a grave
tryin’ to work passed complications
my brain: once my Master, now my Slave
II.
raised a roman catholic, as a lil’ girl
on my knees to pray
pray, pray and you too shall be saved
i never took it literal, just etched in my brain
i never took it literal, we were carbon copies,
all the same
at one time removed myself from those beliefs
‘cause they weren’t taught, they were preached
i never took it literal, always wanted to be closer to god
didn’t take it literal, came that close,
that night in that car
III.
memories are few and far in between
three girls in a church lighting candles,
almost felt like a dream
then came the reception, the ride home, the scene,
maybe screams?
i’ve seen the pictures, the blood within had become
a red stream
i already know the answer, yet question:
will it ever go away?
i’m lost for words, lost in thought, but never will forget that date
©2005 josephine b. ciliento