Metanoia Sonnet #520
Is it true, time remains to change my road
Or having tread too many steps, am trapped
To see it through, this path my ways have snatched
Regret be my motif? My curse, this load?
Your trust, now lost, could I its holder be,
If fruits of change you see in evidence,
Or be hidden dragon in residence
The new hurdle o’er which love cannot flee?
I will arise, not wallow in this mire
Excuse, defense, neither will I offer.
My selfish choice caus’d your heart to suffer
Against your trust ‘twas I who set the fire.
Mere promises are not the things you need
Consistency heart’s metanoia pleads.
© 2017 david w palmer