Breaking.

if I break
my alabaster on
your holy feet
so that its fragrance

fills everything around you.
Throw away my life
That was never mine. Always yours.
Martyr for my master.

May I sit at your feet
Tell you all the ways I love you
Live in your truth.
In your white light.

Die to myself
My dreams
Trade them for yours.
Can I say "yes"?

And if I say it
Wholeheartedly. Honestly. Sincerely.
Will you promise,
To always be there?

To never leave me
In darkness. In deserts.
To hold my hand.

…his right arm embraces me
and his left arm is behind my head.

By: Lindsey Carmical

How does this poem speak to you?