Higher

The floundering fall of a sinking weight
       pits itself beneath the rubble.
It wafts
       slyly encompassing, until
       the vague memory of trust
       pixillates, forming a morphed perception.
I hastily pry my fingers free,
       as the darkness nips, but the pinching subsides.
They cast away
       in bitter embarrassment
       sweltering in the bottomless chasm.
But I look to You, and
       all shame is swept out of sight,
       all pain and brokenness is disbarred,
       all hesitation--obliviated.
You take it all
       and it's all I can do
       but to bow before You,
And love You with all my heart.