Undone

 

The shadow of my treasured conscience

Creeps into the foreground of my mind

Desperate to contain what moves me

I crouch in this neglectful defeat

Unknowing, unwilling to fight it

Wash over me sweet redemption

Cleanse me of this darkness

Trembling indecision dooms my hand

Moving the strands of fate

Strangling, choking against what binds me

Would that I could drown in my convictions

Tragic irony stays my hand and draws me down

Pinned beneath desires unspoken

Would you make of me a martyr

Fit to worship at your feet

Crawling on hands and knees

With little hope of touching heaven

Childlike, you kiss my lips

And sentence me to a thousand torments

Willingly, I place myself under your hand

Disregarding my hard won pride

How small a thing it is

This defeat of my resistance

You bend me so easily to your will

I am undone

 

 

 © 2003 Kathryn Spears & Jonathan Conley