I sit on a cusp
Between good girl
and bad,
My body yearning
For secrets unknown
While my soul
Hungers for salvation.
"Save yourself!"
The elders demand,
While society beckons
With painted nails
And scantily dressed promise;
My youth has past
And middle age is passing,
And I don't want
To spend my old age
Alone,
A wrinkled, dried up
Spinster
With a heart
Wrapped in band-aids
From the innumerable slices
Taken by those
Who would not have me,
But what do I do?
I believe
In the power of prayer,
I have seen miracles
Both large and small,
Could it be
That my faith
In God and myself
Is being tested?
Could it be
That one day
Someone good will come
Who will release me
From this torment?
Who will allow me to express
All the loving and passionate desires
My woman's body harbors?
Oh, but please!
Come soon!
Before the fires consume me
Completely.