Almost i'm ready
to cross that threshold
and meet You again

i have withered nearly enough
cracked nearly enough
made myself about as small as i can

soon i will fit into the spot
You have made to display me
where i will be safe
and You safe from me

my little feet will no longer stroll
my wee hands wave no more

i'll stand costumed in the clothes i wore
for You to admire once and forget
with artificial dignity
i'll stand tall in my designated place

my smile is nearly reliable
my eyes mostly dry and dull

i'll gaze out at your living
with wild hair and sallow skin
a frozen face
perfectly calm and cold

my thoughts are growing sterile
my heart is close to still

from lust to dust
teammate to trophy
invited as subject
converted to object

i can do lifelike
i think
i see the line of love/notlove
that You danced o'er

almost i'm ready
to cross that threshold
and meet You again.