Cell

Knowing all I used to be,

How could I possibly love me?

Thorny branches grip my heart

And pierce me when I try to start

To give love to the parts of me

I hope no one will ever see.

Yet only if I face the pain

Will its hard grip begin to wane.

I will break free from their sharp hold

And heal my scarring from of old.

We all have our thorny cell,

That keeps us trapped inside our hell.

But all of us possess the key

That breaks our bonds and sets us free.

The key is that we self-forgive.

For in this life that we all live,

There’s no one who won’t make mistakes,

And we’ll keep on long as it takes

To learn our lessons and to grow.

That’s the reason, don’t you know,

For every failure and misdeed

To teach each person what they need.

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Heavy

Some confuse humility

With guilt-ridden eternity.

I, for one, cannot let go

Of all the wrongs that helped me grow.

Though a better man today,

I fear what everyone would say.

If they knew my sordid past,

Would they leave my side so fast?

I know that if it were another,

A regretful, fretful sis or brother,

I’d tell them to be more at ease,

To drop the burden, if you please.

For everybody’s past is stocked

With things for which we could be mocked,

Or judged, or scorned, or cast aside,

Yet from our own, we cannot hide.

But knowing this is true for all,

That we’ve all had our times to fall,

Should cause some kind of clarity,

Or even solidarity.

If these would be my words to you,

Why can’t I know them to be true?

I can, I must, for my own sake,

For shame is just too hard to take.

So step by step, I will be free

To be the best version of me.

Forgiveness

How do you let go

And stop receiving blows

When you’re the only one who knows

The very lowest of your lows?

When you look up and you see

How other sinners are received,

Do you wonder worriedly,

“My God, what would they think of me?”

Because we think this way,

Tighter to the chest we play.

And I think it’s safe to say

This should be fixed without delay.

For when we all pretend perfection,

We dare to think it is protection,

And avoidance from detection.

It’s preventing resurrection.

When we judge each other’s sin,

Cradling our own within,

There’s no freedom to begin

Healing for us and all our kin.

So live in kindness with each other,

With your sister and your brother.

Then the darkness we will smother,

Giving grace to one another.