Reflections

I do not choose to be this way,

It is who ‘i’ is..

I do not choose to twist the stairs,

Of which a part he is…

I do not wish to breathe the air,

If it means a lack to him..

I do not need no light to stare,

If his world goes dim…

I would rather sink below his feet,

Than let him see my face..

For all he needs is love i know,

Not from me but from my grace…