Reflections of a Teenage Drama Queen

1
A rogue I once was
Sporting unbrushed teeth
And a bold rotten tongue
I was severed by the ages
Bitter carvings they were
What I have borne was
Once a fragile soul
But I was bitten by Pleasure
Disfigured by the dregs
Of its uncontained corpse
Before I became a rogue
My flesh was incorruptible
I was made of the
Finest bits of dust
And was clothed
By the whitest of linens
I soiled myself with
The dirtiest of passions
But that was then…
Somehow I managed
To pick the locks on its chains
A vagabond with
The most unclean name
I washed myself though…
With the water from His side
Then I became cleaner
Than I ever was


2
Beneath a hill
Of lustful uncertainty
I found my soul
The most precious gift
God has given me
With the command of His breath
I became a steward
Of His creation
I was wrapped in a body
Part of the package
Was a vulnerable brain
And an unquestioning heart
My soul got lost
In the confusion
Of the external world
I found it shivering instead
In a dark
Dank corner of my being
I have forgotten to ask
The Giver for strength
So I lived in fear and utter shame
But this time
I will reconcile myself
Reunite my flesh and spirit
As it was supposed to be
And hope that their unity
Would lead me to grace