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Perhaps I'm a sinner. Perhaps I'm a saint.

written by: Nara Hodge



Perhaps I'm a sinner. Perhaps I'm a saint.
Perhaps I'm just lost in a labyrinth of sin,
Looking for a way out - breathless and faint-,
Racing against time, tearing at my skin.

Perhaps I'm a sinner. Perhaps I'm a saint.
Call me whichever: the choice is yours.
I'm not above reproach, nor without a taint.
Fake sanctimony is what the heart abhors.

Each sin is the price I pay for kindness -
Rejected, refused and pushed aside:
An unnecessary kindness for the spineless,
For those, who hail treachery as glorified.

I accept this without much resentment.
To refuse to see this is to deceive myself.
I'm no longer on their goodwill dependent.
Loyalty is something they have misspelt.

Perhaps I am a sinner. Perhaps I am a saint.
The difference is marginal: it's deeply blurred.
My sins and goodness blended under a coat of paint:
Invisible to the eye, as yet undisturbed.

Perhaps I am a sinner. Perhaps I am a saint.
Neither reflects my other hidden self.
I bathe in my sins for absolution,
When I offer kindness, I'm under no illusions.

Nara Hodge

Nara Hodge

Mother, lover, dreamer, poet, politics addict: Nara Hodge describes herself as a lover of words forever in awe of written word and the formidable beauty of poetry. She believes in therapeutic writing and often uses her poetry to express her pent-up emotions and untangle the chaotic thoughts of her restless mind. Nara refers to her writing as Restless Reflections, which is also the title of her first poetry collection in English that is currently in progress.

Nara writes poetry in English and Russian.
She lives with her family in beautiful Oxfordshire, England.
Nara Hodge

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