Your purity, my dear, is unclear.
Once submerged, but you didn't
emerge fully cleansed.
Then again
what good is bathing in a lake
murky and mostly algae?
Uncleanly I am deemed
the doomed.
The ******.
With neither left nor right hand.
Guidance danced away slowly,
left lonely,
lost.
Only this time with a lantern
the dark, doomed, and ******
can be enlightened again.
I am open to glowing.
I'm told where I'm going
is brighter than the very sun.
Indeed, such a splendid prize I have won.
Worth more than gold,
this promise was priced.
Behold! Such a treasure
I can't close my eyes
for fear I might miss a glimpse
of what's only inside.