There are mornings when I wonder if forgiveness can reach me—if the slate can ever be wiped clean. I’ve carried mistakes like stones in my pockets, heavy reminders of what can’t be undone. But somewhere along the way, I realized that redemption isn’t about erasing the past; it’s about understanding it.
This poem was born from that realization. It’s my way of saying: even after ten thousand errors, there’s still a road forward. The Creator isn’t somewhere distant—it’s the quiet voice inside that says, begin again.
