Outcast
I know God forgave me long ago,
but I still feel some need
for absolution.
To pry my clenched fists
from the torments of the past
and lay each palm open
to what I hunger for
and fear I may never see again.
I am outcast
from my own heart.
I cannot hear the voices
that would guide my return.
I cannot see the hand
that holds the key.
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December 23, 1999