En-Purgatorio
Bitter tears poured.
I cry because of fear.
I cry because of helplessness.
I cry because of regret.
I cry because of shame.
I cry because of the past.
I cry because of guilt.
I cry because of pride.
I cry because of imprisoned insecurities.
I cry because of immaturity.
I cry because of loss.
I cry because of betrayal.
I cry because of hopelessness.
I cry because of despair….
of hatred….
of desperation…
of a faith lost…
of confusion…
of solitude…
of yesterday’s broken promises and of the future’s uncertainties…
of unrequited love…
of a deep dark sin that’s eking its way out into the world…to be forgiven.
Trembling, the woman searched for a soul.
