By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Penance my only hope,
for the wrong I've done myself,
in thinking within a blinkered mind,
the only direction found.
But in this cloud of singular movement,
I falter at every stone,
and find myself far worse off,
than the risks of alternate steps.
In life choice is our one true grace,
our definitive meter of caution and consequence,
and in that I have found solace,
that I alone have foretold my fate.
Blame is my weakness voice,
my ignorant mutterings of discontent,
yet in my heart I displace my regret,
instead of the responsibility that is mine to take.
How cruel I have been to my self,
bearing the brunt of my lost causes,
the broken fragments of my disasters,
and the harsh consequences of my wrong doings.
And how maudlin I have been in acceptance,
somehow wallowing in past outcomes,
and blaming all over again,
the very thing that sent me to these ends.
Within my circle I disrespect myself,
find less of a forgiving heart I so profoundly give to others,
and do myself no favours but instil limitations,
in not letting go the oversights and misunderstandings of me.
Forgiveness is all I need, for me to be whole,
and to accept my own failings as merely past mistakes,
all of which can be surrendered,
into the pristine future of my own undertaking.
The price of self judgement is stagnation. Without the ability to forgive oneself for past mistakes, we are held back from a clean and open future.
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