Forgive Yourself

Forgive me lord,
for I have seen.

The monstrous that resides in me
anger is an abstract I paint
to hide the cracked heart,
and unaligned emotions that writes tales of a distinct generations.
Fear wears me like a scarf during winter
ready to hang me by the neck.
You can tell that my heart has been broken

not once but more than the number of my fingers.
I wish to cry,
but the voice leaves in shifts,

stammering.

Forgive me lord,
for my confession erases the layers of lies
that makes it impossible for me to fly away,
afraid truth will rise like rainbow for everyone to see the naked me.

Listen,
Lessen,
Lighten up.
For your secrets are safe with me.