Putting It All On Paper

Broken Temple

He said how much he loved me,
I was such a fool to believe all those lies,
He tricked me into breaking my commitment with God.
I was used, battered and abused.
Now, my humility and my pride
has left me to wallow in self pity and die.
My temple now remains filthy ,
with fornication and lust.
I never knew that his love for me would someday die.
And now,
I am a child with a child,
Fifteen years and yet so growing within my body a child of my own.
They told me to abort my only child,
But how could I take the life of my own child?
I must now sacrifice school and my adolescent years.
I know I messed up!
Now it all seems so clear.
I must fall on my knees and cry out to God;
"Wash me, purge me, make me whole."
When my child have finally grown,
I will teach her to flee youthful lust
So that oneday she can be a child not with a child,
But to be a child on her own.