Sins...Cleansed!

Retrospection or actual?

Wave after wave washes over me

Washing off my sins

Cleansing me of any impurities that I have.

I close my eyes, knowing that

Each wave is larger than the last.

And that would either hurt or drown me.

I must do this, though, whether I like this or not,

And I’d prefer to do it quickly,

For fear I’d lose my courage

Before I lose my footing.

 

Finally, after what seems like eternity,

I open my eyes

To find myself buried deep within the ground

Wave after wave washing over me endlessly.

Suddenly I smile, knowing I’ve been cleansed

And I can get out of the self-buried pit safely,

Then I know I’ve won.

Author's Note

And I'm back after a loooong time- excellent vacation! Back to sucky work. How's the poem?