Have to admit
I am deeply flawed
And no matter how hard I try
These things so deeply lie
Burn
Scorched Earth
Wash
Scrubbed Air
Balancing elements
Losing irrelevants
In places
No soap has ever been
In places
No physical eyes have seen
Still, it’s not enough
Some habits hang tough
The flaws magnified
Obsessing over scratches
While missing the gaping wound
Bleeding
Pleading
Seeing life ooze away
Nothing left except to pray
Elements stirred
Returned to the point
At which we started
When these four were parted
Burn
Scorched Earth
Wash
Scrubbed Air
Four-lorn, I am
The fifth gets
Short shrift
The Lamb
I am
A Cross
Free of Dross
I am
Yes, I truly am
