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by Maria Kintner

I keep being reminded
that I need to forgive myself.
To show mercy upon the wounds
that beg to heal.

I let myself be deceived
by the same demon who has always
peered into my lighted windows;
in all his different faces,
and different clothes.

He slithered into my house
like a drowsy fragrance.
He tasted my food, and
left kisses on my cheek.

I knew enough to keep him from my lips.

But I clapped my hands in the darkness;
sent the salt to scatter.
Behold the power of the Wind, I said,
and chased him back to hell with a puff of smoke.

There are no more shadows,
no more lies to whisper icy cold in the nape
of a warm neck.

Only sunlight, only the green of plants,
and the smell of good coffee; the smile of
soft kisses, real and alive, in the corner of my mouth.


Author's Note: what's done is done.

Posted on 02/03/2021
Copyright © 2021 Maria Kintner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/04/21 at 01:08 AM

Great read- very haunting- Thanks

Posted by Richard Vince on 02/05/21 at 10:46 PM

yes. the first stanza in particular hit home for me.

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