Old Woman

I am an old woman
I was grown in an attic
with no light-source
to orient my ascent.

I am an old woman
Insects crawling through cracks of
wrinkly decrepit skin
colored by constricted veins and
anchored to arthritic bones...creakkkkk.

I am an old woman
though my time on earth
has been short
The cosmos has reigned on me
all the woes of Job in that
ultimate trial.
God's bandits stole my faith
Before I even had hands to seize it.

To be torn through heaven and hell
and arrive somewhere beyond
Is a journey containing both life and death.
But the decay has had its way with me.
Nothing inside works,
yet it refuses to quit.