It Is Not a Sin To Be Forgiven

They say it is not a sin to be forgiven; That you need my forgiveness just like I need yours. Delicate and undetermined, I walk like a shadow, Oh, but a whisper in the wind Between this world and the next. I am a bride-in-waiting- For a dead lover to follow the long path home. I am a vacant-eyed mother- Pushing a stillborn in the cradle to and fro. I am nothing you have ever seen before- Nor are likely to ever see again. I am a patient waiting nervously, For the Good Doctor’s diagnosis. Checking symptoms off a list, He says I am not so different from him, with a smile. For the birds that have swooped too low For dreams that have soared too high. I am a child in a woman’s body Anxious for life to begin. A different narrator tells the same story Will my sins be redeemed this time around? They say it is not a sin to be forgiven; That you need my forgiveness just like I need yours. Delicate and undetermined, I walk like a shadow Or a whisper in the wind Between this world and the next. I am a bride-in-waiting For a dead lover to follow the long path home. I am a vacant mother Pushing a stillborn in the cradle to and fro. I am nothing you have ever seen before Nor are likely to ever see again. I am a patient waiting nervously, For the Good Doctor’s diagnosis. Checking symptoms off a list- He says I am not so different from him, with a smile. For the birds that have swooped too low For dreams that have soared too high. I am a child in a woman’s body Anxious for life to begin. A different narrator tells the same story And I am not forgiven this time around.