This sin
and redemption
archetype
Force-fed
formulaic
character arcs
Get ’em up a tree
Throw rocks at ’em
Get ’em down again
If we paint
black
and white
Don’t we
come to expect
monochrome?
Don’t we
lose the joy
of yellow?
If all is learning
then what is
redemption?
Contrition?
Apology for the
lesson?
Anyway
Are we wired
to do wrong?
Or is it a choice
we make in
each moment?
Our choices
not black
not white
Not virtue
not sin
just choices
Endless
capacity
to learn
And say
“I made
a mistake”
“Sorry,
I was wrong
I’m still learning”
