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Of Service
My thoughts have been nothing short of savage
Insofar as I have viewed my duty –
Offering myself for you to ravage
Sacrificing my most sacred beauty.
I thought I was an icicle, hardened,
Numb to touch, excused from humanity.
In hindsight I now long to be pardoned,
Forgiven for hubristic vanity.
It turns out that I long for affection
And that this longing was always innate.
Life has suddenly changed its direction
And I am thankful it is not too late.
I am not unsure, I am not nervous -
I am no longer to be of service.
