Forgive

Give me an unlit candle. Send me down to the park,
where there are swings and puddles of forgotten children.
You pushed me out blindly, into this open darkness.

I cried for my innocence was washed away with the afternoon.
Flooded by lies, the winds of shame dried the intoxicating
stench of how things could have been.

I got pregnant with an idea, almost carried it full term.
But I woke up and something had killed it before I
could give it life and experience the real light.

Must have been the flame that never showed up on my candle.
Must have given the light too soon, inside where it bounced
off the walls and was useless blinding what little
sustance there was growing.

No, no you don't understand.
Please. Listen listen listen.

It's the gentle lull of progress.