shame

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by savage_tommie

by savage_tommie

                                    
                                              If I was made to desire,  
why then do I feel shame for having desires?  
If I was made to crave, to burn,  
why does guilt coil around me, cold and stern?  
I was made to feel, yet taught to fear  
the pulse of want, the ache so near.  
If desire was forbidden,  
why then do I long and lust, hidden?  
In the end, we are all sinners,  
hungry for different kinds of meals.  
Perhaps it's not a sin; perhaps it's just human—  
to revel in cravings, to be softly undone.  
Why should I apologize for being human 
Let the shame fall; let it slip away,  
embrace all your hidden thoughts that stray.  
Do not feel guilt, do not recoil,  
for at the end of the day, you are just human.