Reformation

Underneath those words

are nothing but tangled,roots

desperate for the dirt.

Scrape away simple expressions

to see an insecure human,

shaded in regret.

Like one who cannot make the first step,

I shudder at the first layer of my surface.

Is it alright to chase after pretty things...

While I am so rotten?

If I am to be forgiven, 

must I crawl under the past?

Turn back to a baby,

and reform?

Author's Note

this is a beginning of a project for school i am doing about something the king says while praying that he will be forgiven by god for what he has done he said something like "my words fly up but my words will remain below"