black and white thinking

it was so much easier

to live in polarities

life felt dreamier

lost in moral realities

I was so foolishly confident

I could pray it all away

guilt wouldn't be so persistent

if I was still "good," not something gray

but believing in these divides

left so many places

for cruelties to hide in my interior tides

I became my own judge, jury, and executioner

a lost cratographer

afraid of the depths I might uncover