I used to open up
about how deep
I was sinking
into quicksand.
Open yet closed,
nobody really knew
me.
Demons were my lovers;
the succubus
held a flame
to my heart.
Willing to surrender,
I fought myself.
I hurt my body,
my soul…
Today I am different.
Weakness is still
my strength;
temptation still
holds my hand.
I recognize myself
in the mirror of
self-examination;
I reach out to me,
showing grace
where none is deserved.
Willing to surrender,
I forgive the old me.
I embrace myself,
and learn
to love.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
I used to open up
about how deep
I was sinking
into quicksand.
Open yet closed,
nobody really knew
me.
Demons were my lovers;
the succubus
held a flame
to my heart.
Willing to surrender,
I fought myself.
I hurt my body,
my soul…
Today I am different.
Weakness is still
my strength;
temptation still
holds my hand.
I recognize myself
in the mirror of
self-examination;
I reach out to me,
showing grace
where none is deserved.
Willing to surrender,
I forgive the old me.
I embrace myself,
and learn
to love.
Originally published on my website for OctPoWriMo, this was my day 1 entry.
