A confessional poem.
Dissatisfaction preceded dissenter,
I checked all of the above.
I consulted the forsaker. He alluded to elation.
Deserter morphed into mutineer,
Becoming backslider. I’m left empty-handed,
Pride disarmed and abandoned--utterly derided.
The goods greedily taken, not even scraps left to gather from the floor.
Full-fledged fugitive now, I am
Suffering remorse--seeking renewal, redemption.
These sought but not readily found.
Outlaw absorbed into obedience.