I remember a brief addiction to porn, I’ve observed
all that mess, and it isn’t attractive; it’s just a fantasy.
I’d get hooked and unhooked, just an entertaining experience.
But, I knew its ramifications, that’s why I did it in secrecy,
continuously looking over my shoulders,
one eye on the screen.
I carried this shame of being found out.
There’s no freedom in sneaking around.
God is unraveling me
for a greater purpose