The Confessional

Inspired by my writing teacher........it's your fault, Holly!!


The Confessional

Dark,
on the edge of musty
I enter
like Alice,
curious,
but with trepidation.

Down,
down,
down,
on my knees
in this deep well of mystery;
the little screened hole
where the white rabbit hides
holding the key.
He asks me to explain myself,
And the bewildered child
Is without words.

I must repent
so my fall will come to an end.
I nod my head,
and take penance
At least there is
only one door,
And I am free
Never to return.