Power

You bring into my sanctuary
power, corruption,
slid easily onto blood-stained hands,
like a pair of gloves,
comfortably worn,
difficult to remove.

A tonne of righteousness
weighed and measured,
sits heavily on your unwilling heart,
a borrowed legacy from a lost father,
a mother who never knew.

Now I am your Shekinah,
carved, molded,
from a burden half-remembered,
like an ill-fitting she-demon,
comfortably worn,
difficult to remove.