If you are one of those rare linear people who manages to enjoy poetry anyways, then you have just read the page I called, Emotions are Subjective. I wanted to be able to see how I've grown and changed, and so this is my next mark on the wall. Even without reading the preceding poems, the progression of time shows through this piece. May you find hope or insight within.

Forgiven
It said in a book that I could be forgiven.
I knew secretly that it was wrong.
Always or never was the way to innocence.
My chance at that was long gone.

I have my faults and I have my crimes.
No sorries, tears, or amount of time
Can take those away.

I lived best I could with my guilt which kept growing.
I prayed oblivion came after death.
Never once could I let myself stop trying
To justify being on earth.

I have my faults and I've done my crimes.
No gooddeeds, prayers, or words from the wise
Can change that today.

I ran from all love until I was surrounded.
I cried in pain when at last it broke in.
Agape is patient and I don't understand yet-
You don't hate me for who I've been.

I have my faults and I have my crimes,
But you forgive me, time after time.
Someday I'll know how.

To be continued, when I've lived the next verse...

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