Shall I forsake the morrow?
And those ever sharpening talons of light,
That expose so very much of my soul.
Or shall I forsake the night?
Knowing that the darkness would eventually fade
into those talons of light that expose so much that
I do not wish to see.
What is it that I should forsake in order to find peace?
I have forsaken all else.
All I am left with is not understanding?
My children are far from my side and I weep daily.
Love was deep in my heart, but now lonely.
What more must I forsake to know I have nothing left?
My dignity has been stripped so many times.
My humanity has cried out to a world that cannot hear
and whose echo faded long ago.
Love had been torn from my flesh and left crying in the wilderness,
alone and unloved.
I have only my spirit left to be broken.
And it cannot be broken… only forgotten.
Tell me what more I should forsake…?
So I may gain the freedom to live.