BOWED

Bowed! Yes bowed, that’s how I walk, head low, eyes on the ground!

My bow is not because I’m tall, no!

Nor is it a tribute to any LORD!

No! I walk bowed, my head low, my heart low, all bowed!

Shame feels my soul, my eyes deem, my hands loosely hang to my side,

My feet heavy, weighted by broken dreams, dreams of the past, dreams of a scorned woman, the dreams of now!

I walk bowed.

For I’ve been nailed to the wall of a carcass of hope!

Hope that postulates to offer me life!