Power and Heart

By Guinevere Freeman

I have put my heart and soul on the table

You now have all the power to break or build me

Do you expect more?

From me, do you expect that I sacrifice dignity?

For a moment of your affections?

I believe I am unwanted, what else could I 

You have power and do not wield it

Like a king tired of his patronage

Even then, abdicate clearly 

Name a successor and I can be content

But I am stuck, in a limbo 

With a king who wishes to be granted laurels with no deeds

Then again what if I am unworthy? 

A knight tied by oath but not able to catch the kings favor

Unable to be named highly, for his lowliness 

I only wish clarity

The condescension of such a charity

Would leave me contented

Completely 

By Guinevere Freeman