I want to explore without getting lost
And visit lone places without any cost
To love more freely and yet I do not
Fearing the pain I reject the whole lot
My mind swirls in time and though I’ve no say
My closet is full of more prayers for the day
Temptation is danger to people like me
Who laugh at their frailties, as foam of the sea?
Mysteries plague my end-less repentance
Tortured desires, the reverse of my senses
Life is much more yet I am here fighting
To be what I be; I am here for the writing.
My words will I give and not ask for them back
And I’m sure when I’m done, there won’t be a lack
I want to know people but fear what I’ll feel
When they know my past that makes me so ill.
Yet I share what I know, reveal what I’ve heard
Being true to myself because I am my words.
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