She told me to Climb

Of all the great sins life has permitted,

the greatest crime I ever committed,

was the failure to love when it mattered most.

There is no punishment that can absolve,

no great moral convolution to resolve,

this, small depravity of which I boast?

Is there justice in my daily parole,

for the wound I put on an innocent soul,

for the failure to love when it mattered most?

I spoke to Time as she visited yesterday,

and she stopped a moment just to say,

"Hope is for the mountains, leave your guilt by the coast."

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