On Ramp
My mistakes were of the human kind.
Was told to hold my tongue but was disinclined.
From a flight of winding stairs I fell through my mind.
knavish condescension rendered my sight blind.
In my guilt filled chasm I was confined.
Bloody fingertips on my canvas scrape and grind.
Self inflicted condemnations unwind.
I’m entering the interstate of forgiveness that He designed.
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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