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My Confession

© more by Jade Thompson

Published: April 2009

The rain drips down from the windows
to my soul.
I hate to look through them by myself.
Maybe my tears,
they will wash my sins away.
Windex is what I need
so that I am streak free.
Widows rimmed red and puffy
spotted with dirty deeds
this green monster is growing inside me
this thing, is getting bigger.
It will appear over night
after planting three magical beans,
sky rocketing to the sky blaming whoever is near.
Instead lead me to the sky
oh big, green, bean stalk.
My father forgive me
of this thing growing in me
because
anger, revenge, and guilt
will just heighten the pain.
Which isn't what I need,
but instead a pain reliever,
forgiving grace.

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  • shamica by shamica
  • 12 years ago

I love this poem so much. It is like I was reading what I think about my Christianity. Amen

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