i find myself
yet again,
always again,
back in the same spot.
tainted by the words,
the talk of the world.
the dark spot grows.
contaminated by my own thoughts.
love tank, empty.
dark flourishes.
corrupted by sins committed;
sins pressed against me.
scarlet begins to spread.
polluted by my own iniquities,
patterns i cannot seem to shake.
red seeping layer through thick layer.
sorrow begins to plague my heart;
the dark spot increasing exponentially now.
burgeoning out of control.
and where, one day
8 years ago,
once white as snow
I am filthy.
and yet,
He told us early.
He told isaiah.
we are white as snow.
the most important thing
growing,
flourishing,
spreading vast,
seeping into my soul,
and burgeoning out of control,
is God’s intense love for me.
my scarlet letter is shrinking.
i am not tainted
i am not contaminated
i am not dark
i am not corrupted
i am not my iniquities
i am not filthy
i am pure
i am white as snow
yet again,
always again,
back in the same spot.
tainted by the words,
the talk of the world.
the dark spot grows.
contaminated by my own thoughts.
love tank, empty.
dark flourishes.
corrupted by sins committed;
sins pressed against me.
scarlet begins to spread.
polluted by my own iniquities,
patterns i cannot seem to shake.
red seeping layer through thick layer.
sorrow begins to plague my heart;
the dark spot increasing exponentially now.
burgeoning out of control.
and where, one day
8 years ago,
once white as snow
I am filthy.
and yet,
He told us early.
He told isaiah.
we are white as snow.
the most important thing
growing,
flourishing,
spreading vast,
seeping into my soul,
and burgeoning out of control,
is God’s intense love for me.
my scarlet letter is shrinking.
i am not tainted
i am not contaminated
i am not dark
i am not corrupted
i am not my iniquities
i am not filthy
i am pure
i am white as snow