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, 

FORGIVENESS!!

Why?
For what it’s worth 
I hurt your trust 
But this…

You forgot!

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?

– Adedatryts
(c) 2020