In my preconceived days,
Death of one was permitted by one for all.
I arrived, malnourished:
Flourished in my mother’s nature before I was held bound by love.
It started-on good,
Until the material part of me danced onto pride,
All because I did well in Christ.
Beckoned on Grace to harbor my shame and all I got was,
For what it’s worth
I hurt your trust
It never ended with pride.
Sometimes lust came through,
Hate approached enticingly,
Anger slipped in,
And yes I gave in.
How come all you did was FORGET?