Unfinished Poem #1

It started in the places of the Bible’s ambiguity,

That sin began to flourish and uproot my purity


Alone I struggled to ‘fight that good fight’

But it always hit hardest when I closed my eyes at night


Till one day I couldn’t take it anymore

I was tired of pretending perfection was in my core.


The voices of my parents, my family and friends

drove me to a point where I decided “This is the end”