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“Guilt is the very nerve of sorrow.” Horace Bushnell
No Excuses Oh, I could say I was a victim of lies. I was deceived. I was young. I was in love for the first time.
But my heart knew the truth.
I was a thief in the night stealing precious time, stealing love, stealing what was not mine.
Many lying years spent wrapped in self-delusions. I thought I had learned my lesson. But he returned years later and I did it again.
I laid my morals aside like old, dirty shoes falling back into the same traps, lies and pain. The same weakness.
At long last, I broke the bond. But the damage was done.
I cannot forgive myself.
My two sisters who I betrayed, I ask for your forgiveness.
Tibby Dozier Steedly, July, 2009 |