(where are all your accusers?)
is the innocence
that has always clothed you
and that innocence
makes you innocent
even as the snapping jaws of guilt
try to close about you
They’re just made of dust
so they can’t do anything —
can’t stop you from being
your noble self,
cant stop you
from being free.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 28, 2018
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