Wendy Jones

The Devil’s Gate

Arms upraised
she rises high
breathes deep of a life
above reproach.
For an effervescent, glistening,
radiant instant
is born again
free of sin.

Guilt far flung
returns too soon.
Censorious, soul numbing
Jacob Marley’s
chain dragging
clanking,
flanking every move,
guilt.

Waves in the quagmire
goading, prodding.
Impelling, compelling
weigh her down
until once more she dives
beneath redemption
beyond righteous realms
to the devil’s gate.

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