Veiled

And the veil is lifted once again.
I see the truth I knew, but would not acknowledge.
The pain that comes with being foolish
Is unlike any other.

You cast blame, you throw stones,
You call down criticism and judgment
You condemn and you torture and you claw…
…only at yourself.
For there is only yourself to blame,
When you’ve been a naïve little fool.

There is no sin eater, there is no ship
A ship to place your mistakes onto, and watch it sail away

You lie awake at night and know that you need sleep
But let yourself cry and ache because, you know
You deserve this punishment.

You’re left as the haggard, sleep deprived shell
Of a once happy, care free girl
Who let the devil in, and cannot cast him out

Yet, you are not dead.
You are even, still, somewhat young.
There are new beginnings, every morning.
So a wise man once said.
Strength, with the morning…
So a wise man once said.

I berate myself for not learning the art of perfection, by now.
All of these trips around the sun, and I still make mistakes – how can it be?
And I must accept…of course I will always make mistakes
Up until the day I am made whole, made perfect once again

Some mistakes are small, like hail denting my armor
Some massive… icebergs to sink my ship.
I cling to a piece of drift wood, wait for rescue,
Then start again.

T
2014