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”

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