Pure → By Ryan Crowley


The mirror glares back at me

through the eyes

of the devil.

Fear, the opposite of love

the opposite of You.

So I show nothing but detestation to the mirror,

to myself during those dreaded moments.

But you wash my body

my soul.

You are the shield, the weapon, the power that allows me to be free.


grant me


This fear, disgust, hatred, indescribable lust that only brings me pain

can be forgotten

in You.

And love

gives me hope

and the guilt that brings anger that brings


You remind me of what You have given me.

My friends.

My family.

My life.

This fear, this disgust that comes with

Can be forgotten

in You.

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