Purity seized at the age of six;
shortly after bludgeoned bruises
heal the mad man’s wit.
Fear kindles anger,
which then ignites hate;
infecting a young heart
which it quickly grates.
Sealed in a skin
of thick blood and bruises,
one turns to a life
where sin never loses.
Poison after poison,
I try to douse raging fires;
even long after fade
the whispers of that liar.
Years later, left with
severed scars that hold;
I’m left with a choice
to save me unfold.
My life recognizes
that which is good,
but a soul
saturated by sin
clings to the misunderstood.
The temptation to
hold to what is deemed safe;
to let go and be vulnerable –
is this a mistake?
Then, I hear words
never spoken before
of a Man who faced evil
for souls deemed poor.
An ignorant prayer,
I lifted up to this Man,
temptation slowly fading
by the warmth of His hand.
Here today, ignorance
replaced with humble plea;
please, Lord, don’t ever
leave my life up to me.
For what I thought once
feigned protection and strength
has been given to me in
His shelter and faith.