Here’s a page from my (Imaginary) Haiku Liturgy for Inadequate Parents, to be read on Sad Sundays:
Sometimes my dam breaks:
Anger gushes hot, hurtful.
Jesus, forgive me.
Caution: words at large
Let me only speak
Truth and life over soft hearts:
Weigh my ev’ry word
Please please please let it not be so
What if they don’t see
Jesus streaming through the cracks
Of my screwed-up self?