Caged.

I want to be of his rib

But I know that will take some adjustment

You see I have been of myself for so long

     I would have to adjust my understanding

To trust that I can be of him and still . . .

     Stand on my own

To trust that he knows my survival is

     Dependent upon his care . . . his love

And that he won't let me go

For without his rib, I can not be sure I will breathe

My lungs fill with air knowing they are protected

Without him, I am vulnerable to death

I need that rib to give me life

     Reach into him . . .