Understand

In life's passionate embrace I lost memory of pain but as the Sun changed the color of my skin I recalled. I apologized for nothing because nothing is what I had done. No love, no chance, no romance no follow through. I accept this sword Lord, or pen or rake if I must take up tools to turn the Earth for seed. Try as I might I could not defeat the toughest enemy, myself, my weakness my willingness to consume. For that the price is mighty and makes me wish for scourging in replacement, least of which would come to end. My crown is that of foolishness and pride answering the innocent call of heart with rocks thrown through the porch window and fire in the attic.

What dreams shall I answer when I know that the outcome will cry foul and call restitution for trespass? Can my tears wash away what has not been done for the pain of others? Which is the greatest error and how do I avoid its undertaking? Wishing never to wear the trophies of such misstep again. I would ask for mercy but who calls for understanding when intentionally hurting those invited? Who deserves a turned head with every given opportunity wasted and every blessing squandered for easy gain? The repercussions are long lasting and I look ahead to judgment hoping to make up for all pollution I have allowed to flow downstream.

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