Oh judges
shush . . .
hush . . .
you haven't the power
that you once did.
That vault that evidenced
my empty state
in every thought
now overflows
and you can call me worthless
no longer.

Oh punisher
be still . . .
be done . . .
your lashes haven't the sting
they once did.
The stain that evidenced
my guilty state
in every move
now is cleansed
and you can call me wrong
no longer.

Oh saboteur
cease . . .
stop . . .
your blockades haven't the hold
they once did.
The habit that evidenced
my inept state
in every attempt
now is broken
And you can call me failure
no longer.

© Jennifer Hill