Excusing Everything

I often wondered what my life would be like,
If I had the luxury of being protected.
With a sheltering from harm,
Every step of the way.
And to accuse someone,
For abandoning my sense of feeling safe...
Whenever they temporarily went away.

Upon their return,
A look I would give would riddle them with guilt.
To then be cuddled with assurance,
That everything was okay.
And I could live excusing everything I did.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

And I could live excusing everything I did. I think the 'excuses' have the limit, beyond this limit, it will not be forgiven, not as the people who confess to the catholic priest, about the same mistakes...The priest may forgive us in the name of the Father, and of the son and of the Holy spirit, but human will not forgive.