Unwilled Act

See everything from a rose scented brick-like glass wall

And say everyone of “them” have knives and they are evil and they are crazy and there should be no association with “them”.

I had a thick rose scented glass wall till today.


Sane automatism.

Psychological blow that causes you to dissociate.

Next thing you know there’s a gun in your hand

And a dead body next to you.


Unwilled act got her off.

The whole world says “I don’t believe it”.

I didn’t particularly feel anything towards it


Until a memory hitting too close to home

Surfaced and made the lecturer blur out.

What if there are times when you actually dissociate

And see things that are not, or not see things that are.


What if external factors really do have impact

Yet the whole world accuses you of lying

What if it was a one off thing

Like a transient event that is not prone to reoccur.


You’re protected

Yet it was too unbelievable

That it makes you beyond redemption.


I’ve learnt

When the century turned

And I grew

That no one is beyond redemption.

Because if involuntary actions can be forgiven

When your mind loses  control over your body movements


The last thing anyone needs is to stay in the pits of humiliation forever

Everyone deserves to wake up, to dust it off,

To forgive, and be forgiven.


Who am I to judge

When an actual God sent His Son for redemption of all sins

And no sin is greater than the next.



16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

John 3:16




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