Chapter 26 - Part 2 - Leesie's poem

I think this is only half of Leesie's poem. I need to really take my time with the rest of it. I want the next scene to be from her POV, too. So this is just Part A to the poem. Baby steps today, but an important one for Leesie.

Today is the final day to vote in the Goodreads Choice Award. I'm trying hard not to think about it or I'll go crazy! Thanks again for all your support.

LEESIE’S MOST PRIVATE CHAPBOOK

Sunday.

Church.

Michael holds the silver

bread tray for me until

I take

a tiny white crumble

and put it in my mouth.

I chew slowly, waiting

for a lightening bolt

to fry me in my seat.

I close my eyes, feel

Michael’s fingers winding

around mine.

Did You know he would

be such a miracle?

The heavens don’t answer.

I’m left to ponder until it’s

time for the water.

I don’t hesitate at this

second emblem of renewal.

I feel it washing me inside

as it trickles down my throat.

Michael senses success,

squeezes my hand.

He cares so much

that I find my way

back to the Savior

he doesn’t

admit exists.

Is he pretending?

Is this all show for me—

so I can get that crutch

back under me?

I want it to be

as real as the intensity

his eyes reveal

when he catches mine

and smiles.