Annie's Poetry

I kneel before no altar
no earth, no wind
no fire, no water
sometimes I tremble
trying to recall a prayer
that I no longer know how to say
I used to worship the world
through all my senses
but I now crave
the holiness of absence
my body a fragile
corporeal cathedral
of decomposing flesh
I just wish to become mist
rising without being seen
for my soul is a song
and my bones are the cage
of its’ haunting echoes
still, I continue to wish
that if freedom exists
please let it be soft
and gentle, like a breath
and let it forgive my body
for wanting to escape
but never quite knowing how
© Ann Bagnall