Gorge of Forgiveness

Holding my heart clutched in my hands

eyes gravitate downward to drink the abyss

the fear exhausts seesaw of my limbs

frozen cold feet blanch at the edge

struggle to back up but weak knees tremble

throwing me over the fissure of my past

skimming my skin of errors feels cleansing

leaving dregs to snag on edges of void

droplets of sanguine misery scatter with wind

impure thoughts, deeds fleck off and purge

both foibles and freckles leave my embrace

sponged by the scrubbing of pain I have caused

my body become a feather absolved of my sins

as I reach bottom of the gorge of forgiveness.