Letting Go

Letting Go By David J Walker Somewhere in the distance Angry hounds with my scent Are baying at words I cannot Take back My nerves fray in the fires Of things I regret Words that were never meant as actions Yet hurt as if a thrown fist Words I cannot entirely forget And have not been forgiven Nor forgotten I have often offered my sins to Jesus and yet cannot quite let them go Is it me or He who is the More skeptical in the Transaction Sleep, once natural anywhere Is now an expensive cross That I publicly bare Searching for the right bed Knowing that the peace I seek Will only find comfort within the confines of my head