At a Crossroads

Where was I before you found me,
a lonely being besieged by the bitter dark
in the world and the calamities I stirred for
myself so much that I began to love my bones
and the way they bound me to the flesh of the
earth with the weight of sin across multitudes.
I measured the pain of my experience against the
thorns that pierced your head and tried to make
mine greater instead of letting your sacrifice inherit
my struggles because it had taken years for me to build
a luminous shroud. I figured that there was no room to
speak of anything, though you always wanted for me, more.
I pass underneath the stars that you created, and across the
fields, you sowed together. It has been a hard road but now
I think I understand. To give it all away is rid myself of weight
I could never carry.
To give myself to you is to leave the bitterness
of my bones behind.

