Universe

It is the 9th anniversary of my husband’s death and it got me thinking about just how faithless my life has become. I struggle each day with anxiety and mental illness and when my husband was here, I coped so much better as he was my rock. I feel like I need something to hold onto, a little more faith. It got me thinking, so here’s something it inspired…

Times like these
I think
Girl
Why do you
Have no faith?
I look around
At the
Absence
Of Sacred Hearts
Of crucifixes
Of candles
Burned to
Blackened charcoal
Wicks
Inspirational religious
Effigies

In my home
Jesus
Does not sit around
With his disciple
fanboys
Turning Evian
Into Chardonnay
Mary doesn’t
Boast about
Her puritan pussy
Or
The fact that
She was able
To suckle Jesus
At the breast

My palms don’t bleed
Stigmata
My crown is insanity
Not thorns

But I feel it
The lack
The emptiness
The feeling
That I am
The spiritual full stop

I will try

I know the universe
Is Bigger
Than
Me

©2020 Sarah Drury

Miracle

I suffer with Bipolar disorder and often wonder how the mentally ill were treated in Biblical times. There was a lot of talk of miracles and visions and I often wonder how much of this could be attributed to mental illness. Anyway, here’s a quick poem.

Miracles

Sweet Jesus
I often wonder that
With whores you
Would sit
But would you sit
With the crazy?
Would you have
A special seat
Beside you
There
For me?

Could we
While away
Our days
Discussing the
Theories
Of Sigmund Freud
Or hypothesising on
The
Disadvantages of
Mental asylums?

Maybe you would
Go that extra mile
And drop a lithium
And see if it
Fucks with
Your mind
In a not displeasing
Manner

Or perhaps
You could
Turn a loaf of bread
Into a cure
And exorcise
The demons
Away

People in the
Bible
Were always
Seeing visions
Experiencing miracles
And No-one ever
Dialled up
The psychiatrist

How is it that
Even though
The so called
SICK
Experience the same
Crazy shit
We don’t
Write bibles
Anymore

It’s all quite fascinating
And disturbing

Please
Jesus
Be a good boy
Swallow your pills
And we’ll medicate
The Miracles
away

©2020 Sarah Drury

Sin

I was brought up for some of my life as a Jehovah’s Witness, but found the lifestyle and the whole issue of organised religion too restrictive so left. I have always been attracted to girls but felt as though it was sinful in some way. I read the book and saw the dramatisation of ‘Oranges are not the Only Fruit’ by Jeanette Winterson and this poem is based on both my own experiences and inspired by the book.

WARNING: EXPLICIT AND RELIGIOUS CONTENT

Just
Two young girls
Our sixteen years
Serving Jesus
Sanctimonious
Sacrificial years
Saving our sorrowful
Souls
Unblemished
With the scourge
Of sin?

So why
When I look at you
With my
Heathen, profane eyes
Does my bursting heart
Beat
To the rhythm
Of the Revelation Beast?
Does my mind
Obsess
With wicked thoughts of
Sinful things
Are we less than less?

My sacred sexuality
Comes alive
And my heart
Praises the wanton, fallen
Angels
That are us
We hide our
Youthful kisses
Stolen in the
Echoes of
Iniquity
Lips tell tales
Of lust
And we touch
Down there
And I don’t
Fucking care
If God
Strikes me down
For I lay down
On a bed of bliss
with
A Goddess

And when our
Bodies dance wildly
With the scourge
Of the conniving devil
And our sweet juices
Flow like
Golden nectar
From heaven
And our hearts
Are euphoric oceans
And our love
Is an immense universe
Just for two
How can this
Be sin?
How can this
Be sin?

©2020 Sarah Drury