PenanceMature

Here I am now.

Doing so well, but wondering how this all started.

I could go to the beginning, though I don’t know where that is.

I could go to where I was happiest.

But that wouldn’t answer my questions.

Penance, penance, I was a fool.

To think that I could pay my sins with my own pain.

I was doing what I thought I had to.

To receive forgiveness.

Though I knew not what to.


So I lived in my own tortuous mind.

I figured that was enough.

To pay for what I thought I had done.

But then I knew that wasn’t enough.

The pain in my heart told me that enough.

Penance, penance, I was a fool.

To think that I could pay my sins with my own pain.

I was doing what I thought I had to.

To receive forgiveness.

Though I knew not what to.


I didn’t need help.

I didn’t deserve it.

I didn’t have hope.

I didn’t deserve love.

Though I knew I needed it.

Penance, penance, I was a fool.

To think that I could pay my sins with my own pain.

I was doing what I thought I had to.

To receive forgiveness.

Though I knew not what to.


Healing is here.

I have come to feel love.

I know longer am unforgiven.

I am washed away with salvation.

I pay penance no longer.

The End

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