confession

A Poem by cricket

“greater than I
greater than all of us
our beloved creator,

always in control
in ultimate control

every string
holding you aloft
his fingers
guiding,

watching
a two way mirror

an invisible audience,
a jury of one.”

then they quiet
and in their hush
and their stillness

i know they expect me
to fall

fall to my knees,
Consider submission
Consider redemption

they expect power

but i don’t fall
not yet at least
in that moment looking up,
i consider vengeance