Confession
CONFESSION
In September of 2020,
I killed a man.
It was not an easy decision..
One that needed careful planning.
It would be my
First
and hopefully my last.
But when I had set my mind upon it,
I knew on that day that
that man would be
Dead.
It was my choice.
My decision to snuff out that life.
Almost excited,
my fingers danced and palms began to sweat.
For you see,
That man had lived long enough.
Hurt long enough.
He was not necessarily a bad man, but he was still bad just the same.
Looking deep into those eyes,
A reflected visage of stories past,
It was almost like he longed to die.
Welcomed the depths of that watery grave.
To breathe no more,
To be no more,
To lie no more,
To steal no more,
To feel..
no more.
That day, I set free a man bound in chains
Of generational curse.
Set free a family to hopeful
Possibilities
In futures yet untold.
I killed a man in that river..drowned him on that day.
His heart would beat no more.
But mine would carry on, through
Him.
But I can’t look back on what has been..for my past does not define me.
Instead, let it become the mountain from which I walk upon under my foot in easy descent.
I am no longer just me…for that man is dead.
I am now with He..the Man on the middle cross that bled.
I killed a man on that day..
That man, you see..
Was me.
Copyright © Zach Gossett | Year Posted 2025
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