i am Sin 

I am Sin born as a small seed,

ready to grow into an aggressive dandelion. 

I am Sin with roots clinging to the heart of the earth,

spreading like wild fires in the hot summer night.

I am Sin waiting patiently,

infused harboring resentment of spoiled love.

I am Sin; denying forgiveness, compassion, and peace.

I am Sin that is not seen, but felt.  

By Molly Moon