The long-narrow path

that is before me,

Is made out of hard concrete.

Surrounding by the

lively green grass.

As a person who’s life

has not been well.

I hope to walk

down this path,

And sense a new

path to retrace,

All the life that I

have made mistakes.

Mistakes that are evil,

Mistakes that are unforgivable.

These mistakes are

not made for me,

They are not made

for anyone.

If I stroll down this path,

I shall find my purpose,

My purpose of redemption.

I breathe into the fresh air,

Taking steps down the path.

Hope is transforming my heart.