Sunday, April 24, 2016

The Sunday Whirl

My forced smile hides the scars I bear within. The hill is high, the path steep, but I climb regardless because I need to reach the top. Only then will I realise the vision of the prophet who comforts me while I try to sleep my restless sleep. Only then will the fire that rages in my soul be extinguished, and light drive out the darkness.

If there is a God, will he forgive me the vengefulness I feel toward her? For the unholy sin she perpetrated on me is surely unpardonable.

May she stand naked before her maker and beg for mercy. 



  1. This a dark piece of writing from you Keith. Sadly we can't always put the past behind us as that is the one thing that allows us to shut that particular door.

  2. Ouch - and ouch again...superbly written.. i suppose repentance only comes when we know we have done wrong.. can we offer him a cup of tea and a slice of Victoria Sponge?

  3. This is a great piece. There is such strength of resolve in your final line. Bravo!

  4. I can relate to this very well, as there is one in my past whose sins a child bears and try as I might I cannot find forgiveness for that. I truly hope he found himself in a fiery place begging for mercy.
    from Josie's Journal

  5. Love the absolute humanness of this piece. Forgiving the unforgivable is really best left to God, if that is what god chooses,


  6. Yikes....lots of deep and raw emotion in this one!

  7. Its very unlike your other posts.
    Its dark and so angry but good nevertheless