Embedded in the couch
was the frame of what’s left of me
The weeping was racking my body
The impulse was wrecking my soul
So I clasped my hands in desperate prayer
to keep myself from going there
To keep myself from reaching for
the objects that were screaming at me
I had to hold tightly to the thought
That I had been bought at a price
For by your wounds, mine were healed
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC
Embedded in the couch
was the frame of what’s left of me
The weeping was racking my body
The impulse was wrecking my soul
So I clasped my hands in desperate prayer
to keep myself from going there
To keep myself from reaching for
the objects that were screaming at me
I had to hold tightly to the thought
That I had been bought at a price
For by your wounds, mine were healed
