Murder… I told the priest.

An egregious sin to say the least.

I’ve killed myself all too well.

That’s a pretty bad circle of hell.

I’ve stolen moments and I’ve lied

To try to keep my options wide.

I’ve chosen pride over humility

In an attempt to hide ambiguity.

I’ve been so angry and so greedy

And ignored friends who I deemed needy.

I’ve followed my heart a little too fast;

Ensured relationships didn’t last.

I’ve sabotaged action and moral drive,

Leaving my heart to feel unalive.

I’ve taken too much without giving any.

I’m sorry, Father, I’ve sinned plenty.

Far too often for me to count,

Paying heaven an uneven amount.

I drink your wine and eat your host

Thinking Sunday heals me the most.

But church was not the place for me

To become the one I needed to be.

I pray that I can still be saved

Even if I am not well behaved.