Monday, April 26, 2010

At confession

This poem has been taken down for submission to a publication. Apologies for the inconvenience.

This poem was written in response to NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #24: Find a phrase on Read Write Poem. It was inspired by the origin of the phrase "All things must pass" from the biblical verses Matthew 24:6-8 (King James Version).

I love, LOVE The Wizard of Oz

        I was raised Catholic and grew up going to confession from time to time. It’s probably the only part of Catholicism I sometimes miss, although I don’t think I ever truly gave it up (I’m a pretty confessional person in general).

        Think of today’s comment box as a secular confession box: tell me something you’d like to “confess.” It doesn’t have to be a sin or something you feel guilty about; maybe it’s just an observation about yourself that you want to share.


Dorkmaster Flek said...

Is it bad that the first thing I thought of when I saw the title of this entry was the Usher song? Well, okay it was the Weird Al parody. :) Confession isn't a strictly Catholic, or even religious, thing. Going to a psychiatrist is like going to confession. It's just being able get things off your chest and out in the open. That in itself is extremely liberating and comforting. Hell, you don't even need a psychiatrist for that; just someone you trust who will listen to you. Of course, psychiatrists are able to do things like prod at certain areas to get you to talk about things you don't want to or repressed, but that's kind of a different thing. I'm talking about just venting, basically. It's good for the psyche. :)

Mary said...

Oh man, confession was one of the things I hated MOST about growing up catholic. Being forced to go into a creepy dark box, speak to the creepy priest behind a creepy grate. I'd usually just make up my sins like "I swore a few times... I pushed Bobby at recess... yadda yadda". I was a good kid. I never thought I did anything that bad, and if so why on earth do I have to tell a priest? If some god out there was supposed to forgive me, he/she already knew what I did, and already knew I was super sorry about it. I agree the type of confession you get from going to the psychiatrist would probably be liberating... but I think that's different. You're telling secrets. But they're not necessarily sins.... catholicism is all about guilt. That's why I say f*ck it. In terms of confessing something on here... every one that I think of is probably "TMI" for everyone else who might read it. I think I'll refrain from posting them here.

Katie said...

Ahaha... yeah I feel you Mary. The Catholic form of confession is totally bogus. Get my hands dirty, so I can get them clean, so I can most likely just get them dirty again.

I actually think confession is sort of bogus in general. It's just unloading on someone else, to make you feel better. Just you. If I tell my best friend that I was the one who started that terrible rumour about her in grade 10, well she feels like shit, and is mad at me for it now. It doesn't make her feel better or take any old pain away because I said that; it probably just makes her feel worse.

But it does feel damn good to get that stuff off your chest, doesn't it.

As far as me feeling guilty - well of course I do! Regret is a terrible feeling which I am constantly dealing with. But, I will not unload here, for several reasons.

Jen said...

What about confession from the victim's point of view? Doesn't it satisfy some sense of justice to have the offender admit that what he/she did was wrong?