So Maybe Rapunzel Felt Nervous about Leaving the Tower. . .
On any given day a multitude of sins
arise to maneuver me into their home.
There I sit in hoyden splendor,
with jeweled shackles binding my heart
to their well-planned ways.
Where is the One who will free me
from the Prison of Self and win back my Heart?
And if my Heart were free,
how then would I find my way
through the dark world, alone,
without my sins?
15th and almost the last in a series on the Long Obligatory Prayer