marble and quicksand - a poem collection.

prayer

i want to save,
hang on that cross like you, Jesus,
feeling the pain of humanity,
being alive, existing-
You're oh so miserable, aren't You?
i wish for those nails to pierce my heart,
my hands hurt enough from praying already.
wood splinters pressing into my
back, back to where we were before.
it is so familiar,
is it all the same after all?
remember that He died for me,
doesn't that mean i need to pay Him the same tribute?
so i scorn and starve and stab myself,
for i will die for you, just like He did.