The conqueror of new-found hopes and dreams,
The banisher of self-accusing thoughts
Has taken interest in me, it seems
And shakes his head for armies I have fought.
All battles I have waged this year or so
Are not quite victories--I have not won.
My fault lies in the truth I ought to know
And gave away, exchanged for one last run.
I'd give it all for this, and this he saw
Before I lowered eyes of shame and doubt.
I'd rather die before admit a flaw
And suffer rather, should the truth come out.
Who am I, conqueror, besides my sin?
Identify me ere I let you in.
postscript
Day 24. Caught up, at last, with the last of the sonnet series based on the couplet from day 20. Our identity is not made up of what we have done wrong, but rather out identity is in the battles Christ has won for us. Romans 8:1.