Poetry

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I come to You in silence,
No words to
soften the blow.
No long confession
of times and places.
I don’t defend my lifestyle
or explain the choices I have made,
I don’t hide behind
excuses.
I blame no one
for the way things have turned out.

My silence lets You think
the worst of me,
and doesn’t ask
You think the best.
I simply come
Do what You must.

Feel my tears on Your feet
and the softness of my hair,
inhale a finer fragrance
than my life can produce.
See my heart
uncovered.

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