STARS

So many times the ties
have pulled my wrists taut
towards the sun
and blistered my sweeter intentions
bruised my buckled knees

I plead
for redemption
for all that I am
that inspires
sin's exemption:
exceptions to the rule
that rule this chaos
and confuses
glorious conformity
to unconditional love

But what does one do
who has missed her destiny
but to bow her head
and pray that pennance
comes swiftly
while she plods along her chosen path,
no matter how dark and slow
and solumnly
regretfully?