Flip From Shame

I see streams afar off, Yet it seems closer than I would beckon. I sense pains far away in a long haul, In the fullness of time, its nigh the door of my heart. It's choking hard, I feel the streams so near. It's filling up to the beam of my eyes moments after another. It's rather full, my eyes are burning dim. A close up to reality in a shattered state. Feels good to let it out, to embrace actuality. It's no game of being strong in weak strength. ways I give to weakness as i shed my life out. The streams are almost here at the brinks of my eyes. I have strayed way off the path. My lanes of constraint, my cap of honor. Those which I call principles, scared tenets. I have sold dignity with cheap coins, and worthless my integrity stands at trial. Do I consider self esteem in a meaningless revival? I seek a baton from shame to earnest pity. I pray for self respect, just to amount as something. To be counted as estimable in valuation. I want to wear pride with self-consciousness. And leave aside frivolous escapade of stained regrets. Die in flesh and awake myself in Christ. I'm tired of living a disarranged life in lust. I'll rather a flip over from shame to grace.