Becoming more

November 11, 2014

There's not a whole lot to say other than I fell in love with the person I am becoming.

I'm subconsciously a damaged soul, because I gave into the temptation of the monster within myself.

However, that monster is getting smaller by the day.

I know I am provokingly changing and transforming into the mold I try so desperately to become.

My road was a little rocky, a little windy, and a little unforgiving.

I learned the hard way, but I learned that there is always a pivotal return to the greater goodness.

I am saved day by day by a man that should have hid his face from me.

His hand wiped away the curiosity polluting my life that led to sin.

My Scarlett red sin was cleansed to a blinding White.

I love this man. I know this man. His name is written all over my heart.

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