Without repentance, anxious, I
try hard to mindlessly sit still.
In lotus pose I’ll stay until
I save myself and learn to fly,
to levitate before I die
as gravity brags it will win.
My baggage stores a weight of sin
that keeps me from a soaring leap.
I need to find before I sleep
that way I’ve blocked, the true way in.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “leap” to be used in a D line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge and Eugenia offers “soaring” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Well said. Our sins do hold us down. Thankful for Jesus and his redemption. Have a blessed day.
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Thank you, Michael!
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Wonderfully done, Frank, with excellent rhythm and rhyme. We must rid ourselves of our sins in order to soar.
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Yes, we must drop the bag of sin. Thank you, Eugenia!
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Most welcome, Frank!
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that way I’ve blocked, the true way in – how deeply beautiful!
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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Thank you
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Nice write–“my baggage stores a weight of sin”–what a great line
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Thank you!
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