I loved my darkness as much as my birth
My humanity imposed upon my divinity
With mild impunity or dire consequences.
The pixel width line of temperance
United with my poor balance of judgment
Toppled me into temptation
But my deliverance from the Shamed
Came when I opened my spirit
But kept my flesh firmly attached
To the bones that threatened to break
The bones that are now, nearly,
Washed free from my repugnant regret
With a redemption I didn’t deserve
But am ultimately worthy of having.
I strive now, at the knees of wisdom
To fulfill my obligation to the Light
because the alternative…
…Is an inky hate that tastes horrible.
…Is a tar sand of volcanic corruption.
…Is the destruction of my own construction.
…Is laying in wait to assassinate me.
I wait no longer than necessary to stand.
I wait no longer than necessary to defend.
I must balance. I have to. My soul depends on it.