Forgiveness of the Night

Sinking under my skin -

a boiling vortex of quicksand -

my faults parch my throat,

gnarled hands squeeze my psyche.

I accept the blame into my soul

knowing innocent mistakes

are meant to be forgiven.

I walk, head held high

into the forgiveness of night,

no longer needing to lament

the past as my missteps dissolve

and slip through my teeth.