Forgiveness of the Night
Sinking under my skin -
a boiling vortex of quicksand -
my faults parch my throat,
gnarled hands squeeze my psyche.
I accept the blame into my soul
knowing innocent mistakes
are meant to be forgiven.
I walk, head held high
into the forgiveness of night,
no longer needing to lament
the past as my missteps dissolve
and slip through my teeth.