Five

You
Were the one
You knew
what I wanted
You gave me
Redemption
You let me
Start over

Here I come begging
With sick poison dripping
With wrought desperation
I cry out for grace

He
Doesn't love me
He scoffs
At my weakness
He knows
I'm imperfect
He hates me
I know it

And here I lie writhing
In wretched self-absorption
I ask for your favor
In stale futility

I am
No believer
I lost
My divinity
Nothing
Is sacred
I have become broken

The child, she loves you
She trusts your protection
She waits for your homecoming
She never forgets.

Mother,
Redeem me!
I cling to your
Waist skirt
In hopes
Someday
I can be
Worthy of love.