I was thinking of going to a Catholic Church
Asking if I could join the clergy
I’d stand at the back at first
A lot of dusty repentance
Speaking only when being spoken to
After a one month discourse
A vow of not speaking
Would raise my intentions
I would find myself
And meet an old spinster
Who sat in the corner like me
I would begin to speak
To an old frail woman
I would admire her
Her age
Her wisdom
Her grey hair
And thank the lord
For asking me to speak to her
It will change my life forever
Like a spell I will be reborn
My eyes open
My heart torn
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