Startled with sin
through the presence
within, milking embraced
guilt with daggers of shame,
sulking in regret.
I’ve got nowhere to go;
staying locked in my head
was no place for a lover to dwell.
My self-esteem drowns as it
tells my conscious to stop
slipping in,
but shredded pride climbs
over the past,
calling without asking.
Brave of me, she said of the call.
Brave, me?
Brave me!
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