Speak Life to my Dry Bones

Who condemns you?
Go in peace.

The stones have been hurled,
By venomous tongues in quiet places
How heavy they have landed
Condemnations graceless-
I was innocent in my engagement.
I just wanted to know and be known.
I wanted a little mousehole
I could call my own; I could call home.
The arrogant lovers-of-self
Publicly stripped me bare
Disproportionate to my crime.
Vanity of vanities, they only cared
For their own reflections.
What a fool I have been!
How I believed the good in men’s hearts
Would never stand such treacherous sin!
I must have been too high maintenance.
How relieved everyone becomes
To expel me from their presence
Unfit for family, I follow the crumbs from
Days to weeks to months

In circles,

But there’s no going home
Because I don’t have one
I never did.