Please forgive me, for I have sinned,
it’s been so long since my last confession.
On my knees, looking into your eyes,
I poured out my heart, but left with more questions.
The penance you gave brought me no absolution,
I counted and prayed, slid the beads trough my fingers.
Yet the weight on my shoulders, just felt much heavier,
each step so wobbly, with a guilt that still lingers.
What do you want from me?
Haven’t I paid?
I walk with compassion,
On this ground that you paved.
I give of my core, hope for each soul I encounter,
and my heart is so open, it often gets crushed.
So why, then, does it seem,
that my own voice is always hushed?
Can you hear me?
Do you care?
Oh, God! What if the one not listening,
is the me who’s too scared?