My body knows it’s coming

I know because each vertebra

Shouts:  “Crack!”

As I drop down

Surrendering like a swan

Into my rag-doll yoga pose

I am

       like a rag-doll

       with nothing

left in me

but the shredded

fabric of colors

I brought to their table

my back is exposed

ready for whipping

Isn’t it sick I expect inquisition?

Yet its called affirming

                       discerning

                      journeying

                          WITH

                            me?

The process is GOOD for me

yet its refined grinding of the Spirit

with a scent of lawlessness

and like the lawful

allowed under our noses.

I cracked

under pressure

I am not fit, just yet

We need to break you down a little more.