Francie Lynch


Foregone Forgiveness - Poem by Francie Lynch

I escaped the lion's den.
So, I am done with hand wringing,
Dragging my palm down my nape.
Forefinger and thumb squeezing the bridge,
Encircling my chin, to the point.

The time has come to discard my hair-shirt,
To loosen the cilice on my thigh;
To stop the self-flagellation,
And smear balm on my mortified back.

I will sit to indulge a repast.
And prepare for the proclivities of the flesh,
To revel in the concupiscence of humanity.
Cast of chastity, poverty and obedience.

We are not saints or martyrs.
The cause is not worth the pain.
I am forgiven.
I forgive.
God too.

Topic(s) of this poem: forgiveness, forgiving, god, martyr, saint, self harm, self help, sin


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 12, 2017



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