Of Late

I've been wondering, honestly, what I have achieved
Through all this past true relent
And come to the decision that what I do is right
To save some by this repent.
Some burdens have been lifted from my shoulders, of late,
And my back is recovering slowly
But I drag them all still chained to black, shackled wrists
As I do not have the keys to release.
This all is deserved, I know, I don't argue.
Such is why I still walk..
I hope for forgiveness, I kneel to their will,
I smile before judgement is called.