Uncorrupt

I have never been 

comfortable with my sexuality;

it's always felt taboo.

 

I knew fooling around was a sin,

but I justified my actions 

because I had needs after all.

 

I looked for myself in others;

I thought lust would 

make me love who I was.

 

But all it did was cause

a rift between my dignity

and my sense of self-worth.

 

I floated from person to person

looking for affection and attention

that would never validate me.

 

Nothing ever satisified;

temporary pleasure always

led to permanent scars.

 

Now my husband kisses my wounds;

it's damn near impossible 

to uncorrupt the marriage bed. 

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