seeking penance

Short poem

I can taste them on my lips,
I can’t shake them off my mind.
I tried to give my offering,
but that came with a price.

I’m sorry mother, you raised a failure.
For with your strengths, stayed father’s traitors.
My mind became a battlefield,
their ties my nature.

Reviews

[Tertia]

Just the right amount of ambiguity and clarity to make this thought provoking

[AmandaRios]

“For with your strengths, stayed father’s traitors“

I love this line.

Sometimes seeking forgiveness is solely for yourself don’t let it consume you.

[John the Baptist]

I think beneath this penance lies a whole lot of anger and bitterness. Sometimes such anger can be released. Often it isn't.