Veiled

I would be so grateful not to have anything to regret,
But those days dwell still so appeasingly that I can't forget
What I've done in my darkest times, but do forgive me!
Only then have I hope to break free.

Stood in terror, in gloom, in silence, in thought
Oh, how badly I wish I had not!
Violently my soul's waves have broken my peace
And now I cannot bear anymore of this.

But I raise my head
And I turn my eyes away
And step forth with dread
And I am desperate,
I hope it is not late
I need your faith.