My Life in Your Hands

I charge to you upon this day

My life to you and all I say.

All hopes I have, you stripped from me,

I see that now it is as it should be.

Naked in front of you I stand,

Is there no fanfare or brass band?

I pray that all I’ve done today

Will keep the walkabout at bay.

I have my fears, I have my cares,

Never have I sold my wares.

Should I run now or wait awhile?

For now you see there is no guile

I fear the unknown like I fear death,

I fear the taking of that last breath.

No one I know has convinced me yet

Of life beyond that last breath’s debt.

Hold me close I ask you now,

As life you give, to you I bow.

Take me, hold me and love me well,

You have me under your powerful spell.

I want you, I need you now that you know

All of me, my inner self, that’s had years to grow.

Don’t let me go, for I am scared of knowing

Just what will happen when seeds are growing.

Over my grave or on my body bare

Will they grow or die as I lay there.

Comfort an old man in his spirit form

As he waits for you to be reborn.

I am touching on things that I should not,

For now my hands are burning hot.

Look! See! The flames are there,

These bones are here, no skin, just bare.

© Michael D. Powell