Metanoia

I repent

I thought too much and acted too little
I tidied too much
I fretted for affection
I made myself into an image I could not uphold
I sabotaged my path with excessive mapping

I repent

I shared my wisdom without my fire
I showed my empathy without much risk
I planted ideas in soil already nutrient spent
I locked my gifts away to perfect them

I repent

I turn back
I renounce
I restore
I begin from “save”

I repent

Facing my reflection for a glimpse of fight
Retracing my finger across a winding past
Mix a little less of then and a little more of now
Painting poems with abandon on shadows of my future