My sin

is not that box of stuff over in the corner of the attic

forgotten, not mine

or my bad self

shut up in that closet in the basement

that I put on every couple years


pack away under some old curtains and school papers

thoroughly ashamed.

I default to real self, nice.

No that’s all me. Who I am.

Payback and natural consequences,

Hopeless destruction

belongs to all me.

That is why we

why I

am to my core

grateful, thankful, chastened, humble

real tears

honestly praise

for Mercy.

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