The Days of Youth

How I long for childhood days of the past,

When simple fancies filled my youthful head

But those summer days, so short did they last

Now just the wintry paths are left to tread.

My time now is filled with nothing but fears,

Of money to earn, and of food to eat

And how to while away these tiresome years

Until, at last, with my Maker I meet.

My heart aches to feel the sun yet again,

To sense its rays bathe my unworthy face

To escape from this world riddled with men,

To one plagued with nothing but infinite Grace.

I pray that my time in this world flows fast

To live once more childhood days that have passed.

Forbidden Fruit

Have an apple my dear,

One bite and all your dreams will come true.

One bite. Dead.

Is my mother trying to kill me?

Cruelly she lets it lie,

A temptation

A reminder of my sin

The last time I gave in.

How repugnant my body appeared to me after.

I covered it for an eternity

So that no one could see my shame.

The snake!

Pushing me away from my paradise

Of ribs and hips and collar bones

And hollow cheeks, a concave form

The beauty she tries to steal for her own.

Each new apple is greener than the last

She is jealous, she is

Of my thinner body

And my fragile frame

But I will not break.