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

Naked 

And admit

For God, another human 

And most frighteningly 

Myself

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