Yuma, AZ, USA
“Whipped” March 30, 2000
Beaten and bleeding here on your threshing floor,
I feel as if I am your ever-present whore.
Take as you please all that you want.
Leaving me helpless, empty, and distraught.
Oh how I wish to gain my freedom from this tyranny,
From the talons of you, my tormentor, who have no sympathy.
My hated lover, you defiantly ignore my every plea.
Yet, still you’re here, beating, pulling, taking everything of me.
Even up until my very last breath.
Then a memory from a time long before
Bursts open my heart’s lonely bound door.
I had ignored, that incessant knocking that I had heard,
But in my last breath, I opened what I had never wanted to unfurl.
Yet, what I now feel is as nothing ever in my dreams
My heart is growing pure and washed away clean
No longer do I feel the talons and teeth ripping and grappling at my soul.
All I feel is love, peace, and grace making me once again whole.
It will be a longer walk though, to unify my flesh.