Denial

Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always somber, always despairing,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my naked soul.

Realization dawning on a deathless face.

I raise my head, now embracing
this impassive salvation.