• flyingfree 31w

    Old wits and shame depart

    My prayer is that you would not allow me to return...
    To the same...
    Even when I thought my past was gone...
    I chose it again and again...
    Please, should I go through this again...
    Let me keep my wits...
    So I can win...
    So I can send him away...
    Instead of it being me...
    Or if at all...allow me to be...
    Still...with my soul...teaching others to be bold...and not afraid to confront to demons...but put them in their place...
    Underneath my feet...
    I lost all things material...
    To find my miracle...
    A strong love that loves past tears
    And years of torture...
    How I wish someone had seen it...
    I wish someone knew it and understood it...
    But that's the thing about those demons...
    They hide...
    Bide their time...
    And make you look crazy...
    I know the truth, and have become closer to myself than ever...
    With a trust in me and my memories...
    I have strength of Lions...
    And and untamed by fear...
    I won't shelter you in your anguish...
    But expose you to the light...
    So others may see mercy and grace pour out...
    ©flyingfree