The angry lash over now
The guilt descends like a cloud
I wait and writhe in my own failing
Once there before you, lowered eyes
I show you my dirty hands
I felt your disappointment; I am unworthy
Striking a contrast between good and bad
So that I know where the lines stand
Tears of pain and sorrow litter my face
I plead for mercy denied and state my place
A little more just to be certain all is purged
Disobedience, distrust, guilt, all deserved
Washing my hands with a good clean soap
I lay there and become clean with restored hope
Your little girl, your pride and joy, my face wet with regret
You tell me no more fears, no reason to hide
Cleaner than a virgin I rise from my penitence
You tilt my chin, restored; I can meet your eyes
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i love this because it puts words to a particular set of feelings that i have a difficult time describing.
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