for an ill-spent life
getting a fresh airing
before everyone
another failure
another fall
another display to the crowd
as if I were naked and scarred
and again not
a sign of grace
and oh what could it do
weak and accommodating as it is?
bow head and be silent
try not to feel the eyes poke at you
glance away and downward
and stay that way
not quite able to feel
God's love in this...
but the shame will keep me
stock still in the open...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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