I have a love hate relationship
with the benefit of the doubt.
knowing my heart and its terrain
is a risky business:
familiar once with whispers
that became habits,
painting the good with
a coat of bitterness,
I can't say no
and weakness sighs again.
Give me wisdom
to see perfection growing
in forever flawed soil;
Teach me the patterns
of victory you drew in the sand
that I might be filled--
a lamp ready to buy gold.
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