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A Clean Slate

I am not bound to a land
or thoughts of the past,
but the scars of oppression
cry out to my hands, asking;
have you chosen to forget?

You don’t have to promise me
what the sky can already do;
we can begin without a kiss
I hope it becomes our light
Are you going my way?

Do I know what exists?
How clean are we anyway?
As clean as I’ve ever been
I’m not thinking about sin
I’m just living as best I can

I was told I'm born in guilt
Is that why a baby cries?
But my past is over now
I can’t live up to it anyway
Will you ever know me then?

I just need time to find
I’m not lame or helpless
Why am I so blind?
My past is in the way
Why do I love it so much?

I need one more experience
One beautiful for living
I can’t think my way out
I need your heart to care
As much as mine cannot

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on July 21, 2018:

@J Murph - Yeah, I guess I pulled the rug out at the end. Yes, that's how life can be. I like redemption in a song or a poem but it's not always like that as you say.

jwmurph on July 19, 2018:

We were together until the last line,,,was hopeful until then,,,but they way life is sometimes

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on July 17, 2018:

Thank you Dream On. Thank for your sincere praise.

DREAM ON on July 17, 2018:

Very deep and keeps me wanting more. Thank you for sharing.

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on July 14, 2018:

Thank you jwmurph! I appreciate your kind words. Yes, communication is vital.

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on July 14, 2018:

Thank you Nellie!

Nellieanna Hay from TEXAS on July 14, 2018:

Profound!

John Murphree from Tennessee on July 13, 2018:

Nice poem,,,very introspective, showing the need for communication between humans for a full life.