I've decided to end October 

with a bang.

(Pun intentions unclear.)

It's not that I have all that much

to say on the topic,

because really, 

who volunteers for such

discomfort.

I just think

I've got it all wrong/

It's time to get it right.

I can already say:

I'm either 

a big fat liar

or

in the deepest of denial

to think

God doesn't have much to do with it--

as if up until 

this sudden reveal

they lived in separate

territories.

Maturity is:

pride in the things that 

most make you

blush.