Europa's Space Of Poetry

My purpose 

For this service 

Something I’ve termed with 

Scared to be this in public 

I sacrificed almost all the time 

When I’m alone; it still doesn’t feel right 

Somber days – with gratitude 

Is letting flesh feel, and my spirit 

Carry an attitude 

I am a servant  

But do servants, have servants 

Do we deserve service 

Am I capable of care… 

Has an unconditional contract – 

Been walking through the door 

Was this ever a trap 

I find this hard to ignore 

My grace 

It prepares me; to be forgiving 

I am in complete faith 

That these words will be receiving…