A secret I believe is mine.
A trap set for my being
Endured, tip-toed about, out-smarted at times.
Tangling my words, thoughts, expressions,
Binding yesterday with today
Blinding me to reality and sanity
An entity, cunning, wonderful-fascinating, dangerous,
Whispering choices, delightful-temporal-alluringly dark.
Leaving me wasted-wanting-addicted and superior.
… Thus they pull, without arrest …
Another beacons; frightening, full of light-powerful, unspeakable
Sounding unknown words, ethereal-eternal-exquisitely mysterious.
Lifting my mind upwards to imaginings greater-above myself.
By Grace to God I am held.
By myself to sin I am bound.
Twixt the lines the crux is found.