Rumination.

Will you forgive me for what I was…?
Because I don’t know if I can…
Once your lips touched mine in this world, I knew purity…
And the filth accumulated over the years stood out…
In stark contrast…
Your love washed away most of it..
but it is painful, disgusting – picking the repugnant leftovers
out from where they’re embedded…
I will endure, though…
For you…
For one day, these wounds will heal,
and with your blessings..
I will be whole again…