But my hands are dirty
And my dress is torn
His faith is shaky
And the confessionals
Are closed at three am
When the alcohol and Valium
Cloud those
Blue
Eyes
Gray
With doubt
My knees are bruised
From kneeling so long
On this
Filthy
Concrete
Floor
Have I repented enough
To let the light back in?
~Amber C. Smith (August 2013)
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