Shredded Remains

A silent nothingness in these empty dark benches. . .

Stepping upon the broken glass of her sins. . .

She's slicing her skin with each footstep she gropes. . .

In an attempt to make her way through.

--Voices, rebellions, and this hypocrisy--

Attempting, she claws at the shady black pews. . .

And, stabbing of nails from these forlorn church benches. . .

Tatters and tears at her pale tender hands.

And the air is heavy with tears of lost souls. . .

As each breath would be like she is drinking the air. . .

She is gasping, and groping, and stepping on glass. . .

Yet, to her destiny she will forward stride.

And surrounding her; demons; so grotisque, yet so real. . .

Grasping their claws into her shoulders and back. . .

She'll cry, but press onward, for, back, nothing will hold her. . .

From love, and the tenderness she seeks.

And, finally in a last pained and gasping effort. . .

She falls, in tears, before the shaded podium. . .

And she cry's "save me God, for I need your sweet love!"

"And please push away their cruel lies!"

And one last gastly breath, she gulped in and breathed out. . .

And upon the church floor lay her shredded remains. . .

And her sore severed body, is lost unto death. . .

From this cruel life, she has been released.

And her cry, not unheard, went to his loving ear. . .

Every wrong, every pain, had been washed away. . .

And those few moments of truth, in a life full of lies. . .

Granted eternity of his tender love...

-Rebecca Suzanne Zimmerman