These storms rage on in her mind,

Seeks relief, but none can she find.

The world feeds lustful cravings-

Engraving

Destruction in her destiny.

Darkness feeds her educated lies-

Implies

She has no destiny.

No one knows the extent of her unfortunate fate

And still they feel they must dictate.

They diagnose her as disgusting-

Incrusting

Her heart with hopeless desire.

Her mind labels her sickening-

Quickening

Death as her only desire.

Many blessed with sight

But refuse to pass on a guiding light.

Leaving her in the dark weeping-

Sinking

Into sorrow deeper and deeper.

With no means of escape-

Scrapes

The bottom and can go no deeper.

She wakes and sleeps with not much in between,

Except whispers in each ear that are doubly convincing.

Her conscience has been polluted-

Muted.

I do not know the extent of her sorrowful state

So why do I feel I must dictate?

I diagnose her as disgusting-

Trusting

My flesh’s sinful desires.

My mind labels her sickening-

Thickening

Death’s desire.

I have been blessed with sight

So why do I resist this Guiding Light?

I am in the dark kneeling-

Concealing

Compassion, how can I love her?

Then revelation finds me-

Reminds me

That I am her.

I wake and sleep with not much in between,

Then a nudge in the heart that has me remembering

She is loved beyond measure-

Forever and ever.