I slow dance with the silhouettes of my transgressions. To a polonaise of hurt and regret; I dip and spin and twirl, until the twinkling of the ballroom stars converge and shed their light on the insight I have gained as a result of having lived through my sins, and come out wiser, on the other side.
Sins orchestrated shadows
Emerge as spirit guides
Haiku Haibun written (but posted too late to qualify) for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #synonyms only for Follow and Lead. My choices are italicized.