Who I am
Is a reflection of
What I have done
And has been
The direction of
All I've become
When there is still a guilt
pondering as a man wandering
The desert to thirst for a forgiveness
And quench it with his witness
To all the trouble he doubles
in mind without forgiveness
he huddles blind
And never is humbled
by the numbness
he defends until the last dying breath
When he confesses the rest of his story
His history
His mystery and misery of the glory
He casts out and lashes out
On his own to defend his honor
The one who dishonors himself
to cause his health to deteriorate
Until he must rectify and not infuriate
the world created in this facade
of teaching and preaching
What he is called to believe
When he leaves every detail
to chance
perhaps to dance
into a romance
of happiness
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