The Confessional
To Bill
I was nervous going in,
eager to have it ended and done with,
anticipating the finish, already before
the start. Standard introductions
made; he’d been connected
to my end, where waited
a confession. I’d been
naughty, reneging on
agreed upon
terms,
and commitments;
“I’d been born to make a mess,”
says I to He, on the other side stands
not my judge, but a witness to the nature
of my crime; a woman’s crime,
reckless, careless, an adventurer
comes at a price,
I am now prepared to pay.
The confession ended, and He
still on that other side speaks,
of a forgiving land
where freedom still rings.
