She keeps swallowing stones,
smoothing their edges
with the river of secrets
flowing inside her.
A preacher once told her
to confess her sins,
but she prefers
the hell she knows to
a cauldron stirred
with gossip’s stick.
She lives with the unspoken
dodging questions tossed
from loaded tongues,
her spine standing straight
under a devil dealt burden
she prefers to carry alone.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Peggy at Real Toads prompted us to write about things being carried.
Comments
the hell she knows to
a cauldron stirred
with gossip’s stick."
Amen.
the gossip's stick is an amazing line.
This poem ROCKS the challenge.
K
Bravo!