By the overwhelming
Feeling that whatever
That I'm not meeting
My most basic obligations
Will come and I will be
Forced to admit it.
Does not compare with
What I take.
And am still very far, relying
Completely on His mercy.
All that off my chest
And set all pretensions aside
Because it's never too late
To burn off the yeast and bring
With humble bread and bitter herbs
In order, to be free.