I stepped through the veil of the mind's shadow realm
to find myself a confessor hewn at the knees
my doubts and closeted fears made known to a blank audience
the desperate act was a beacon for intercession--
bleak hope that the river would stop feeling the dam
bereft of its own strength from years of stoic tension
I found myself outside the veil without a cleansed heart
I always struggled with knowing I am worth the effort
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