Cut Me in Half

by Beth K Hannah


I'm going to free you this winter
Unlock all your cages
Hinges squeaking in the night
You will never think twice
React to my tempteous eyes
Or see a second of agony
When I touch your hand.

Never forget all the wind says
Even when she lies
Often this can't be helped
For people are shiftier than
Their fingernails.

I never let myself go to the sea
Rarely pulling aside the drapes
Dreary rooms of bleak sin
Seemed to be my craft and skill
The sunlight peeks through
To show off my brand new skin.


I will be the light on the hill
Beckoning to the desolute
Never ceasing my cause
Till the day my fingers die.

Forever a universe spins
Twisting it's eternity and light
Upon the spiderweb I cling
Any destiny of mine revolves around the sky.

The fall of man as he pleads his sin
Tingles at my nerve cord like a bloody crime
Liberation by words and speech
Is a nightmare unto itself when salvation is near.


Author's Note: During the Reformation of the Church in England, many settlers came to the New World to escape persecution. The biggest group was the Puritans. However, they argued amongst themselves on how to be the "perfect" Puritan. Those not meeting the standards were not allowed to immigrate, or if they already lived in New England, they were banished. They became persecutors...much like the Catholics in England.

Posted on 09/20/2003
Copyright © 2022 Beth K Hannah

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/20/03 at 11:35 PM

incredible... great form and excellent subject... blessings...

Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 09/21/03 at 11:03 PM

I am speechless. This is amazing Bethy. The imagery and flow is beyond compare. Well done:)

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