Go to Her

Go to her,

I want to say,

go to her.

Peel off the gossamer layers

of shame and guilt and madness,

Confess your sins,

and place them before her,

carefully,

willfully,

let her inspect them,

these things that have 

desiccated you.

Have her thread her fingers between the crevices

and then,

she can decide

whether or not

to judge you.

I have no answers,

I want to say

I have no answers.

but I know how much

the past can adhere

and wrench the vitality

out of everything,

such that it jeopardizes

the present,

the future.

But you will feel 

clean, pure,

rejuvenated

and more content than ever

if you go to her.