My Last Request

Memories to be cherished  

From my stint in detention 

When my biggest sin  

Was to seek redemption.  

How you held me,  

How you saved me. 

My heart beating stronger,  

reminding me of who I am,  

Helping me see beyond,  

To grow, to love again,  

To cherish, to adore,  

To begin again, to sing again,  

To scream Hallelujah  

As through rainbows  

On windowpanes  

autumn leaves  

Drift by, silently  

Calling to be seen,  

to become one 

with the symphony  

Playing in my heart.  

In your hands, safe,  

Knowing, this touch is sacred.  

Breathless, I laugh, and cry 

And sigh, then laugh some more.  

Every moment, a line from a song,  

A quote from a book.  

The way clear, I feel you near,  

Calling me home, to you, to me,  

To smile, to be free.  

To rejoice, to dance.   

To love and romance,  

To dream, to pray  

My last request  

To marry you, comes true 

As the dreams we dare  

To dream so often do.  

Shelley x  

Call me Betty

Call me Betty

The victim blamed

Instead detained

Because I’m the one

enflamed dragon

Shining in the sun

Who raised my voice

And made some noise

Who danced outside

With a lion’s pride

I was shafted

In every way

Yet I’m still locked up

As others play

Come on tae feck

It’s time to play fair

I’ve done my bit

Now you do yours

I won’t be blamed

I won’t be shamed

My voice counts

Don’t let me down

As May Day drew near

I chose hope over fear

doc won’t show

So tell Al I’m calling

It’s time I went home

I’m done falling

The drugs were brutal

They fecked me up

the perceived power

An empty cup

Implied consent

A bullshit scene

I’m wide awake

And full of dreams

I won’t be sedated

Against my will

I won’t be threatened

I’ve been redeemed

So if you’re asleep

Wake from the dream

“Wake from your sleep or learn to love your sedation.” Gerry Cinnamon

Semper Fidelis

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

but I won’t sit in a box with a human

to confess to a church that closed its doors

on me before I was even born.

I am too proud for that.

Forgive me father for I have sinned,

robbing Peter to pay Paul

l transformed the bombs to love

and protected innocent children

I done the best I could.

Forgive me father for I have sinned

I haven’t worshipped the temple

but instead choked it with smoke

until at times there was no air to breathe

I’m not perfect and I’m not meant to be.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

My inherited guilt, crucified from birth

by a church that wanted me to live in fear

Chained me to the ground with a heavy load.

I’ve broken free now, redeem me.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

Ignoring my truth, in favour of a story,

an idea, a vision I held of what must be

To give others something I didn’t have.

I’m here now and have improved my ways.

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

I doubted, but I didn’t close the door.

I trembled, thinking I was alone at times.

I feared, the dreams were just a tease

I’m now being carried and fly with ease.

Semper Fidelis, Rashelle

#Confessions #redemption #timetofly #SemperFidelis #RR

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