Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Painful Steps 11/5/14

I write these words on paper 
So that they 
Take form
Made substantial 
By simply flowing ink
On white
I wish
More than anything
I could show them 
So that you could feel 
The power behind them 
So that you could feel
The way I do 
When I see them

These steps
Sounds simple 
From the lay mans point of view
But I stand here 
Poised on the edge of beginning
The Fourth Step
And to do so
I must look at something
I've been running from
For so long I have almost 
Forgotten how it began
I have to write these words 
On paper
And stake myself out
And admit
For God, another human 
And most frighteningly 
The exact nature 
Of my wrongs 

And there are so many
So much 
I haven't even acknowledged 
Let alone admitted 
That soon this blank canvass 
Will fill
With all the dirty little secrets
I've had hidden inside

So I write these words
On paper
And I wish 
The pen wasn't so heavy, filled 
With all the wrongs
For which now 
I must atone

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