Not sure what to title this post or this poem...

I am moving over to my new place and I found this tucked away in a pocket of my back pack and thought it worth sharing.  Grateful for the process God has me in:

 A few years ago I was giving into lust, pornography, and the rampant objectification of women... It was not much of a battle, more like a pitiless beating and I was asking for more...  I wrote this poem sitting at a table by a pool, feeling sick for the way I had been treating the women there with my thoughts... frustrated that I couldn't seem to stop even though I wanted to.  Out this came...

How my eyes must sear as they burn upon you.

        Lustful. Degrading. 

Fear, that even you won't do.

I didn't mean to make you meat.

Or a pill.

Or complusion.

But, thought by thought, I got

Caught up

Bound up

Swept up in this ever growing ocean

Which swells and breaches

Like waves crushing beaches

Until the salt water reaches

the root of my character...

Making you the object of my sin within

Rather than my sister without

Blemish or wrinkle

Smudge or crinkle

Crack or stain

Named by the Name which is above all names...