Recompence

Breaking through the glass ceiling of guilt and shame

Recompence

I must forgive mine enemies

for I am the greatest of them all

the ugliness inside

a beckoning call.

Facing the truth

the man in the mirror

guilt I can't loose

from the man in the mirror.

Guilt is a heavy yoke

around my neck it drowns

I have to loose this self imposed hate

the blues guitar in my soul sounds.

Forgiveness of self

is the hardest thing

conscience needs put on a shelf

or at my funeral they will sing.

Viscous cycle

you have me no more

forgiveness miracle

let my soul soar.

Peace within

is an attainable state

today I begin

by walking through forgiveness's gate.