Take what you are given
Seeing the guilt
there and wondering what
you did to cause it
other than try to walk
a path lit by goodness
and, sin shows you,
how self denial is a performance
when the reward gathers dust,
you
naive
fool
what
were
you
thinking?
to love so much it hurts
to breathe beneath the
weight of it
and the blade turns
opening the wound
wide enough
to fall through
into nothing
but a quiet, dignified
sadness
Because you should know
By now
It is in
On you
But God you love
And you just want to show her
Without being destroyed by it
Our appointmentsMade in transitionFrom one place toAnotherSit with the fearShe’s losing interestAnd your novelty is somehowWearyingIt passesAnother arrivesGuilt and the soft prayersTo find the balance between cosmic justice and acknowledgementIf you could apologiseYou wouldYou didBut people seldom hearWhen they’re settingYour life ablaze,It passesAnother butLess as time goes onYou wish you couldUncoil before herAs you always haveIn glimpsesSo matters settledEyes dampA shuddering breathThen anotherIt too,Passes and you areYourself again.My book Until She Sings is out now.Ebook:Until She Sings 
