Brenda

 
with I'm I'm sorry on my parted lips
I receive your soul into my sanctuary
I am but a woman of vows

I hurt, I keen

in the shadows where I rage
chaste of thought

locked away from humanity lest you touch me
I ache sorrow

I am promised to the Father
a jealous Master
who hides me away from prying eyes

his kept treasure

he doesn't share with others
not even me, I barely know myself

I am kept quiet lest you make my acquaintance
with a vow of silence
but here I am awake and aware

let me introduce you to myself, I'm Brenda