Is my happiness my sin?

I am far from perfect.

My looks are those that hold me accountable

My eyes that linger,

That and insnare the heart.

Such fire burns beneath them...

When your name is mentioned.

I have been tutored in the ways of the world.

My quick wit and educated responses,

Bring passion to your words.

Our conversations only draw you near...

But all these things...

Are they my fault?

When my father asked me to hold our family up,

To raise us to his eyes,

the whole family and I failed...

Is that truely my sin?

When you were mine and I held you in passion

when we made together that...

that is private.

When I failed you,

Gave you no son,

Only a Great Daughter and a small fetus....

Was it me who caused those things?

As I watched my brother's head roll

for a crime that a lie,

a crime only I should have taken punishment for...

How was I to act?

Did I cry to much?

Did I weep to hard?

Did I come to believe that these lies

were true?

I am innocent to a witch.

I am inocent to a whore.

I am not inocent of trying to be happy,

for myself, for once...

With one whom I love.

I failed but I am not worthy of the lies.

Is happiness my sin?