Press your lips and each thumb into the page
This is confession, after all;
it requires relinquishment, and you can’t
turn from your wrongs until you face them.
Loose the binds by naming their knots:
pride squarely at the forefront
of guilt’s figure 8, acquitting then constricting you
to the half-hitch of responsibility.
This may be your litany or not – to each
their own vice, thus their own liberation.
Yes – it will take spit and sweat.
“Ease” is only in the spelling; release
demands discomfort.