numbing marble tiles,
my head pushed forcefully to the floor
by a shame more powerful than gravity.
My tongue tying itself in knots,
confessing my sins
hundreds of times,
but you please yourself
watching me suffer
down my humiliated cheeks.
I remain kneeled
for your forgiveness,
as you are the only place
that my soul calls home.
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This poem was inspired by the Daily Prompt: Confess