Way home

Stunned at what had just occurred, my conscience turned to my ego and asked why? The truth had set my lies free. I made for the door knocking love to the floor.

I searched for a place to hide but my pride was clear to see. A shadow of my former self found me begging in the street. My clothes stained with shame. I held out my hands and asked for forgiveness. But all he had were coins of pity. I took them gladly.

I headed for regrets cafe to fill my belly with envy. But as I started eating I could taste the sour grapes of failure. I could eat no more. I turned to the waitress and asked for the way home.

She said; as you head down pride way, get off at the first exit and take the honest road, follow the signs for truth and you will reach forgiveness way. At the end of the lane, you will find home.