You Have Skeletons In Your Closet Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A faithful presence kept within,
Isn't in need of outside intervention.
Or someone to assess the depth of it.

A faithful presence kept within,
Has been tested through one's experiences.
And not a piece of it is scattered,
To allow judgemental critique...
Others unconsciously,
Enjoy to see another in defeat.

A faithful presence kept within,
Reflects a strength in battles against opposition.
With an emotional bleeding,
One may feel but does not show.

'You are not perfect.
I've known and have seen what you've done.
You have skeletons in your closet.
Just like everyone.'

~Those skeletons.
Were they behind door number one, two or three?
And while you were whispering behind my back...
There's not an aspect of my life,
Hidden from the eyes of God who keeps contact.~

'I know you 'sin'.'

I never said I didn't
Or will not again.

A faithful presence kept within,
Isn't in need of outside intervention.
Or someone to assess the depth of it.
I am a work-in-progess.
And 'that' I don't pretend.