I never asked for passion; I never asked for heat.
I never asked for angry stares in all that I would meet.
I never asked for babies; I never asked for lust.
All I ever wanted was what the world had cut.
I never chose this path myself; I never chose this road–
Surrounded my trees with grasping hands, clutching at my soul.
And I never begged the moon to watch me with its eye–
To scorn my choices with each day that passes by.
I never asked forgiveness for all that I’d been taught.
I never tried to stand firm; I never was the rock.
I never was The Thinker; I never was so strong.
I never held my artful thoughts in slipp’ry hands for long.
I didn’t know I was searching for all that I had lost.
I knew it wasn’t in you, for you’d suffered the same cost.
I didn’t see my search for strength was crumbling all my stone.
I didn’t see my pain until, at last, I was alone.
I never asked for passion; I never asked for heat.
But now I have my struggle, and it seems, at last, I’m beat.
I never asked for babies; I never asked for lust.
I only wanted what was cut–I only wanted love.
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2021
