Molting

I wish I could forget the past

The foul deeds I have done

And yet recall what not to do

But seems the two are one

Yet remorse is sufficient

It molds me as I am

The catalyst of change that frees the heart

Reprieves the damned

Thus altering my nature

As the soul congeals in light

Reveals a new creation

That transcends the mortal plight

When in the dimming tide of time

We molt this shell behind

Deeds distant from identity

From heart, and soul, and mind

The self that we invent

Evolves beyond such earthly fetters

The formation of will instills

The next life that it betters