this is how it’s supposed to be.
you’re supposed to be begging
for mercy.
your knees should ache from kneeling
& your chest should be heavy
with the weight of it all.
if you don’t fall to your knees now
& then, swearing up and down
you can’t take it any more—
how can you know the limits
of your own heart?
& if you don’t cry out
for forgiveness
all the while hoping in secret
that your folly can continue—
how do you know what it is
to be humbled?
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