I’ve been caught in the safety net
squirming to be, trapped in a sea
a fish out of water, wishing to be wet
Prepared for dinner
on a table that has ceased to be set
stick a fork in me, I’m done
The knife has gutted my debt,
did you introduce yourself before we met?
Finish your great work in me–
balance the scales of justice in my heart
repair the guild that is my flesh, and Your spirit
Cast the line, I’ll bite
For too long I’ve swam underwater
I’m coming to the surface before I depart.