Do you ever feel like the woman accused by the many? Unfaithful is what they said.
You feel the jabs from sticks intending to slice you to bits. Or perhaps you feel the weight of the stones meant to crush you?
Unaware yet aware.
Undone yet unfinished.
Or could it be you are you the one who carried a stick or threw a stone?
Maybe like me, you have been both?
You do what you can- you listen and wait.
Then, the fog clears. You now see.
Is it too late?
God forgives yet accusations fall like a weight. You know it’s too heavy but you can’t seem to shake-the barrage of guilt thrown your way.
You don’t know the wrong nor the words to say.
Face to face.
Day to day.
You are only responsible for your own actions. Me. Mine. I’m unable to remain under the heavy stain. Face your accuser and reach into the rain.
That being said,