By Megan Inwards
LOOK AT ME
look at my broken fingers
And the bruises around my neck.
Hear the rasp of my voice.
Put your hand into
the hole in my side
Where I tried to prove my devotion.
Justice is not blind.
you just cover your eyes
when you walk past me.
How can you offer a cure
Without sitting at my bedside?
I have sacrificed dove and lamb,
Cattle and grain.
At your request I burnt them again and again;
But then—
Your name is not holy.
I’m finished with begging.
Look at me and
Tell me what you see and
Let the answer echo back to you.
© Megan Inwards, 2023 - For permission to repost, please contact admin@loveboldly.net.
Megan Inwards (she/her/hers) is a poet and Queer Christian. You can find her work on Instagram at @wonderfullyqueerlymade and @meganinwards.