Lucy.

My joints have been dislocated,
My body bled to white.
In the midst of fear and pain,
I know that this is right.
My bones have broken one by one.
My dead skin burns with fire;
All because I refused to find
The source of my desire.

Taunts and jeers
Reach my ears….

My limbs are being cruelly crushed.
The dark cuts like a knife;
All because I did not try
To gain eternal life.
The pain is endless, no relief,
My whole self stretched and crumbled;
For on earth I wore a mask.
My heart was torn and troubled.
My feelings reigned, my self contained,
My being turned to dust.
God offered mercy, offered love,
But all I knew was lust.

My description can hardly describe
The pain that always is.
In my heart it is the worst;
I know there’s more than this.
So I despair; I cannot hope.
I’ve chosen my own path.
My own blackness attacks me;
This is not just God’s wrath.

I cannot tell you of God’s love;
I can only say I’m sorry.
Do not try to walk alone.
Do not try to be hardy;
For in my exile I have seen
That everyone needs God.
To our God, I shook my head.
While you can – instead – please nod.