Paper fine lines

I come to you on my hands and knees
I don't know who you are
I don't even really know what I'm doing here
I think I'm here to ask for something
Maybe forgiveness
I must have perpetrated many wrongs in my lifetime
Maybe even before
For me to come to you
Hands peeling
Knees scraped and bleeding
Soul charred and cracked open
At least there is warmth
The embers through the charring
Paper fine lines of light
They're why I can crawl at all