What You Left Behind
It's easy to envision you sitting in the chapel
bathing in your self-proclaimed holy water
safe
from the demons that once plagued your youth
from the reverberating whispers and
from the vacant stares.
You blocked them all out
and now
I worried you with my
so called predispositions
and you disclosed what I entrusted you
to hold sacred
and secret
until I decided to break free
by my own will.
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