The Deepest Hurt
I'm stripped of all possessions,
nothing can soothe this deepest hurt;
what cure do I seek, if I brought it upon myself?
I'm troubled, unable to find serenity anywhere,
even in places where no wind hisses;
where do I lay my head on and finally rest?
This earthly life has been worthlessly thrown away,
will the heavenly life be a lot different...
teaching me what I refused to learn and admit?
I'm stripped of all possessions,
as awareness takes away the veil of blindness,
and reveals how vain I've been trusting in gold!
I doubt if God, in the afterlife, will be fully compassionate
and I won't be judged too harshly for my guilts and sins;
is repentance enough to enter Heaven without knocking?
There are certain scars that can be healed from pain...
if forgiveness wipes every stain from that repentant soul;
and if nobody is willing to forgive: I'll remain the deepest hurt!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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