Christian

I did, the one, forbidden thing, I’m not supposed to do.

Yet here I stand as mortal, and alive, as any of you.

So; speak your piece, and cast your stones, and rinse my dust-filled eye

What is it that you see in me that, you, within yourself deny?

My opening line, confession; vague, perhaps gave you a clue:

What exactly came to mind? That is chief among taboos.

Stop! I’m not your mirror, or your scapegoat, or journal.

I’ve much to learn and grow in on my own, and that’s internal.

So next time you think you know my sins, intentions, flaws and burdens

Try asking me, try getting close, and see how much I’m hurting.

It’s easier to keep me at a distance in the pit,

With the lepers and the outcasts, of no personal benefit

To the righteous and the noble, the clean and well behaved.

So stay away from sinners like me and the road that isn’t paved.

Leave me to carry this cross, alone, mile after mile

Pluck my eye from it’s socket, pull my tooth from within it’s smile

Strike both cheeks for justice’ sake

Make sure I know my place

Make it clear to me that I’ve made a mistake

And am too far gone for Grace

-February 2023