Gone

I cannot find the man I am
He was here but now he’s gone
Searching leaves me cratered
At the loss of my better self
The good I seek doesn’t happen
The bad I despise a daily habit
I stand before my Maker 
Guilt and shame my only offering
From my hands you take it all
And passing by the cross it vanishes
You smile and I am once more
I was gone but now I’m here

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