I Am Bonded To Your Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

I am bonded to your love.
A slave is I in this daily toil.
Shackled to your unbending will
I follow you like a serpent.
Chasing its elongated shadow
I, who no longer wish to live.
Cloudlike blocking out the sun.
My soul is as empty as a granary.
Waiting for a grain of truth to sprout
It is here lingering, I postulate.
My beginnings - meaning,
My whole existence, my eventual end.
How you have restored me to me
Time and time again, noting my demise
When I was lost, you showed me the way.
Hope is what restores me even now.
Even now, when I am fumbling alone,
Thrown out of human forms of love,
I have a love, divine. Waiting for me, I am sure.
I am sure you are the key to unlocking even more.