The Truth

The Truth

Unlayered

Each fragmented thought and deed revealed

Open

to view

vulnerability ensconced

the truth

The raw ugliness of deeds done

Blemishes upon my soul

Moments of weakness

Shadows

Will you turn in horror from the scars?

Those scars

Integral pieces of my past

I would

cast away

Purge them if I could

Does it matter that I've shed copious tears?

that I regret all those mistakes?

GOD in all his power and glory

has paid the price

But I still feel I bear the mark

ever will

It is painful to reveal anew

Those marks

fresh still

Upon my soul