You should refuse me if the pain's too much,
When burning skies wreak ruin in the land,
Or raise a wall within, rebuke my touch:
My soul should not slip through your tender hand.
Expel me if you think I've done you wrong,
For errors plague me like a twisting knife.
Or better yet compel me if I take too long
To catch the trade winds in a stormy life.
Erase me; fix your brows up in an icy stare,
Such power over me your eyes evoke.
To find my better self reflected there:
I'd do their bidding whether or not you spoke.
You could destroy me, if you wanted to...
Or cure me - giving power over you.
-March 3,2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely Sonnet.If I do their bidding whether or not you spoke, wonderful line. Patricia