Repent 2002-12-02 8:40 p.m.


It's a knot inside me... a welt... of memory and unacceptance... of striving and failing.

It's tied tight by the hands that bind me... by the thoughts that remind me and as long as I live I can't forget.

I've wished a thousand times over on every star I've ever seen for my trial to start clean...

I've wished for the wrongs to be righted and I've repented my sins.

I've begged for love and for acceptance...

And the only one who has turned her left cheek... is me.


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