• The Night air fondles my body,
    Its cool hands caressing me.
    My skin tingles with excitement,
    Like a thousand spiders scurrying across.
    I stand there, baring it all to the world.
    I am defenseless, yet strong.
    Vulnerable, but somehow confident.
    I cannot hide my faults, nor would I want to.
    The world crashes down around me, however, I stand proud.
    This is a form with so many defects,
    And I am happy.
    All of the mistakes I make, the entirety of my sins,
    Washed away.
    I stand before my creator, and all of the world,
    Admitting that I am a vile creature.
    Only by the grace of one thing can I continue with my life.
    The one thing that lets me move on,
    Forgiveness.