Mercy

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

rage

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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