"Invited"

I invited You into my heart

as a child and I’ve spent decades

unconvincingly, unsuccessfully,

asking You to leave.

You were… are… the veins 

carrying life through this hollow body, 

the shadow gripping my heels as I leave,

the prescriber of, and cure for, guilt.

You asked me to witness, love, 

consume your crumbled flesh,

and taught me scorn for my own.

You rejoiced in my imitations 

of your suffering.

Your daily reminders of 

my nature, my virtue, my sin,

I’ll carry eternally. 

I’m not bitter.

Perhaps… lost? 

But free.

I’ve missed You. 

At least… I will miss You. 

Eventually. 

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