Broken Knees Poem by Jennifer Granville

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