I stand before God.

I remember the person I lied to.

I remember the tears I have brought to others.

I remember who I am.

I wonder if God would want it any other way.

I remember his rainbow.

I ask, “What is wrong with my love for rainbows?”

I cannot change this.

Would he want me to think any other way?

He created my image.

I live with it.

I am burdened with it.

My existence is a sin I cannot change.

Does he want me any other way?

This thought trickles into other aspects of me.

Do I want me any other way?

I pivot from internal love to hate.

My blueprint remains the same.