Help Me Poem by Tea Kawana

Lord,
Give me what I deserve
For breaking hearts.
Unintentionally do I,
I’m unstable,
A learner in speech – I rush.
I’m a criminal.
A criminal of hearts;
The dearest organ of which emotions flow out.

Lord,
Judge me,
And that they may know it wasn’t my knowledge
To hurt,
To break them.
And they may find the right time
To forgive me.
In turn you may return to a whole
What I broke.

I ask of You, Lord.