Poetry from the pen of Pat Marsh

Saturday, 18 May 2013

The Longing

         The Woman with Bleeding  -  Mark 5.21-34

no-one knows what it’s like
inside this blood-stained loneliness

twelve years
of ‘unclean: don’t touch’

a decade and more of discomfort

my body drained
by the constant issue of blood
hard edges of rejection
chiselling away
at my self-respect

the whispers
ruthless
unforgiving 

keep away
don’t touch
she is unclean

heavy
with the pain
between my loins
tired of being ostracized
weary
of the fruitless search for help
my spirit hemorrhaging                                                   
with the blood

I long

for the bleeding to stop

 

 

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