Yours

A poem about cost

Photo by Scott Robertson on Unsplash

These scars are mine
Etchings of demons and darkness
into skin and soul
My sins on display
For all to see

Except

My existence isn’t wrong
My space on this Earth is Mine to take
My soul is no mistake
My being offends no god

The misdeeds written on my arm in pale white
are not mine
The church convinced a child she was evil
And I believed them
Tried to pay my way free in blood

The tally marks on my skin
Keep track of your sins
Not mine
Bought and paid for
Again and again

Even God only offers forgiveness
When asked
And I am only human
I bleed