A million tears shed, fallen on concrete floors, fallen on deaf ears. The confinement of fears, of judgement, all coming to a surface.
Those I have judged, those I have felt little compassion for, I have preached a good sermon. Not practicing what I preach, has found me in your shoes.
Shoes I never thought fitting, shoes I would throw away if given the chance. Sadly, those shoes fit, those shoes became my shoes.
You walked with me, you held my hand, through it all, you came to me when I was in need.
My amount of shame and guilt, quietly lingered but you didn't call me out on my bullshit. When so many times I have called you out on yours.
Please just dig the hole, I will gladly shove my head in it, just to make it all go away.
**comments closed, I need some time
Monday, January 26, 2009
There are no words...









