I know not life without guilt
Cast it aside a thousand times
My essence and form tinted
With hues of blame and shame.
I profess to want free of these, yet
Have not known the brute force
To bring about such transformation
To destroy that which forged me.
Now, new forces show themselves
Calling me to witness my disintegration
To stand barefoot in the flames
To fall and not reach out.
Approaching the precipice, I see
For the first time the thickness
And the weight of the veils,
I bear witness to my own blindness.
Knowing always follows, never leads
My past bears witness to this truth
It will again be so, as I un-prepare
To receive my Creator.