Rancid as the raunchy ruses of your adolescent mind
You retracted to remote locations
Ravishing your love on foreign gods.
Ferric the blood rushing to your nostrils,
It drips red and rusty; marring your innocence;
Guilt like a raging bull at the sight.
Musty from the sweat of resistance you lie,
Too strong to repel your pride,
Too weak to resist your struggle.
It’s okay to risk second glances to from varnished floors,
Rather than resorting to fresh pine wood.
Rummaging through your trash only restricts you,
Restraining you from the truth;
Learn that you are loved.
Let His love lavish you in lavender,
Relinquishing the reminiscent stains of the past.
He’ll leverage your loneliness with forces centripetal
Launching you to lovely fields,
Labelling you fearfully and wonderfully made.
Love yourself, inhale the bouquet of your radiance,
And shine for others to see.