The act of hiding

I catch lies

in the story

of him

in the story 

of me

(apple minded snakes and all)

I catch truth 

but the words still come

like they are held in fizzy soda pop

instead of vocal cords

('it was him, not me')

I don't like being 

the liar

the one to blame

I would rather not ask for forgiveness 

if it means I'm wrong

if forgiveness 

is the strongest superpower 

strength lies in my weakest point

so wrong is wrong 

and here I say sorry

sorry I hid

(nakedness)

sorry I lied

sorry I was so afraid 

of what you would think 

I didn't give you a chance to think anything

sorry I am still hiding 

because I am afraid of you

afraid you will not love me

for who I really am 

(clothe me)

sorry for seeing each of you 

as a need to pretend 

instead of seeing you as a lifeline to love

I got lost in being right

stuck in the wrong song 

wrong key

(eden was there)

(promise was there)

I forgot

if sin is the act of hiding away from God

and the darkness this act creates is what creates death/ pain

and if hiding our nakedness from each other stems from this act

(every sin is found in relationship)

maybe the naming of rules / law

was an attempt to call us out
(towards him/ each other)

and instead we followed the rules 

and hid (again) behind right