Myrrh

I’ve found the suit to wear;
the one I’ve rejected for so long.
Now, I am prepared
to move along.

I’ve heard the song dormant within,
dimly pulsing whispers behind the ear;
a sound so kin,
so dear.

With pathos and filled with cause
I commandeer my reference point.
I am emptied of the sin for keeping it on pause-
I slow down my breath and reload.