In Memoriam Meam

Here I lay my broken wings
With all the rest of the vain things,
That charmed me most but left me naught;
Like candy I’d so cheaply bought.
So, hungry now I come to you,
To see if all they say is true,
For my own part, I am not sure.
But why resist such fond allure?

Here I lay my wants and needs;
They are what no one else will heed.
So take them, fine. I care not now,
I’ll learn and listen as you allow.
I’d sooner walk than be dragged in;
I’ll keep my dignity and let you win,
Though you aren’t one for pride, they say
We’ll work it out next time I pray

Here I lay my tired hands
I said I’d do it and so much stands--
But tell me, is this “peace of mind”
Worth the work and caking grime?
I know you say that yes, indeed
It is worth the sweat I bleed
But you could turn stones into bread,
And I cannot resist such in your stead

Here I lay a guilty heart--
The sort I thought you’d tear apart
Seems mercy is a funny thing:
I long for it and all it brings,
But rather in the rear-view mirror
See justice force all to adhere
To your good law, but let me be.
One more fault ‘tween you and me .

Here I lay my hopes and dreams
I can’t do much with them, it seems.
I know I ask an awful lot,
But why give wants you won’t allot?
I admit you’re good, and you know best;
I’m old enough to see this test.
But so often I don’t understand,
Ever tugged by an unseen hand.

Here I lay what’s left of me,
From a wiser girl upon her knees--
A whining child who oft forgets
To whom she speaks and why, to wit.
She shuts her eyes and asks for light,
As though to know is in her rights.
Submission is a foreign thing,
But one can’t deny the freedom it brings.