Crucifying Myself

By Naisha Jain

I crucify myself with every act of grace

In the name of love, I embrace 

The agony of their misdeeds

While my own heart silently bleeds.                            

For I allow them to step all over me 

Despite all my pain, I fail to see 

And as I try to persevere

I break down at the frontier

That differentiates my pain from my grace

My heart, it carries the weight of their words

Their sins, a cross upon my back

and with every chance I question my own respect 

because this love, it feels no less than a theft 

but ease their pain, to mend their soul

I lose control.

But still, I stand unable 

To believe humanity is still allocable 

for as I hang myself against this cross of forgiveness 

my heart becomes consumed by my own sickness

By Naisha Jain