Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
A Prayer for Resurrection
sitting at my graveside
looking in
covered in the dark shroud
shredded
I gave one too many pieces
and committed that final sin
that final piece which stole
the breath right out of my lungs
so ready for you to love me
begging
starving
empty
a painted doll with no substance
though I desperately craved it
I wanted you
to hold my hand
to lift me up
to give me a reason
to say you loved me too
I wanted you
to write about me
to tell the world all my faults
but that you still thought
I was beautiful
I wield the knife, my pen
carve off another slice and
hold it up to you
please take it
make me yours
breathe life into me
let me know what it is
to be loved again
tara caribou | ©2020-23
Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.
28 Comments on “A Prayer for Resurrection”
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Raw Earth Ink 
At 3 am on some nights lately, death feels closer, more attainable than sleep. The brain is a cruel instrument.
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Cruel and wonderful all at once.
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i just read this..that was good.
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Thanks Frank ☺️
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It seems that what we give sometimes outweighs what we receive…but isn’t a single slice of true love better than nothing at all?
A powerful and touching poem, Tara.
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I do believe you are right.
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Beautiful, raw and heartbreaking. You’re such a talented writer!
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awww thanks Tom
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I’ve been experimenting with excerpts recently – how do you manage to get line breaks to help it look nicer?
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If you mean the little line between sections, it’s a block you can add when you’re writing the post.
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I love you
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awwww B! How I needed to hear those words…
I hope you’re doing well ….as well as you can.
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This was a fun ride to take
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Glad you enjoyed it Matt ☺️
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i found this just a lot too sad. and nice. it exposed something … maybe something many people can relate to … i certainly can. thank-you – sad can be really good, i don’t mind my emotions bathing in sadness for some strange reason, it helps me feel …
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We need all the emotions, I think. How would we know happiness without anger or sadness? How would we know contentment without envy?
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Stunningly beautiful
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Ooohhhh thank you Candice… you saying that means all the world to me
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A very heartfelt poem. Well done Tara!
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Thanks Dwight. Always nice to see you stop by ☺️
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You are welcome. Always a pleasure.
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beautiful…
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Thank you 😊
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“Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest.” – W. S. Gilbert
As humorous as the song is, in reality the pain, longing, and drive to give away all are so intense.
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For sure!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou – Unrequited
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How beautifully tragic… So timely, too.
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❤️☝🏼👌🏻
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