You languish, awash in worrythat time is slipping by and all that once was has long gone down the road never to pass your way again
they tell you you’re a sinner and you remember when your innocence wouldn’t allow you to believe but time and their wicked words have so deliberately whittled you away
it is they who tell you to keep coming back, dangling the hope of salvation just beyond your fervor’s grasp.
But there are a few things that they have failed to tell you you are miraculous, you are divinity’s spark the power of your soul is a sleeping giant, long exiled
if you only knew the power that you possess your eyes would stream tears of joy as if awakened from a terrible nightmare to realize the greatest of secrets, that you are an emperor in beggar's clothes indeed.