Where do I go from here, Lord?
My thoughts are tainted with self-seeking. . .
My heart is destructive to itself --abandoning reason for feelings. . .
How do I begin to move forward?
Explanations pour out in prose
A written document, safe. . . concealed. . .
What would happen were I to reveal?
Inhibition; apprehension grows.
Even if my thoughts are raw on paper
Does that mean that anything will change?
Wanting transparency to take center stage. . .
But staying behind the caution tape seems safer.
Don't have much more to type or say. . .
Pleading fifth leaves a bleeding heart
But if I speak, regret pours forth
*sigh*
Leave the conundrum for another day. . .
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