The beauty of the knee
Is in the choice of the spirit
To fold it, and itself
In reverence
But with a crunch
They went
And with tears
So did I
I was left in pain
To reflect
And half-heal
And never again
To kneel
A broken woman
On broken knees
A devotional creature
Crippled most cruelly
The physical now manifest
To the condition of the soul
Defiled, destroyed
Defrocked and devoid
And left
Alone
With broken knees
To kneel no more
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