I thought for a long time how to explain the funk I’ve been in over the past … ??? I know it’s been a while since I blogged and I have missed it so much! But I just haven’t had the energy. Not mentally, nor physically. Especially now that garden season is here. Plus, I have another website I’m trying to launch, as well as a YouTube channel and possibly a new book.
As much as I love to write, I have trashed draft after draft, so instead, I’m going to share a poem I wrote about two weeks ago. It pretty much says everything, I just don’t have to use as many words to get there.
I don’t claim to be a poet, lol. So if the syntax stinks, my apologies!
Tell the Truth…
I know the Truth, that He paid a debt for me So when am I actually supposed to free? From the chains that are still holding me fast and tight But no one knows, I keep it hid in the night I love and I love and I live but I'm cold The grief that I buried in a grave, never told I lie to myself, though it feels like the truth But I'm with me all day and that's all the proof Where is the joy? Where is the benefit? Where is it hiding? Why don't I get it yet? How can I light the way, when I can't see mine? Heart clinched and breath pinched, but hey, man, I'm fine Excuses cross my mind and my heart opposes I know that they're lies but this is poison in small doses Sheltered in many, I see chances, they're loathesome But I'm held to my fears, even though no one knows 'em Cause I know the Truth, I need no one to tell me I argue solo daily, and still I can't sell me On stuff that I know and I knew, feels like quicksand I know I'm unworthy and I know that I can't stand In front of the King who laid down His life for me I stand, bold, in weak flesh, like He doesn't know me I know what Paul meant when he said I don't want to But this stuff I don't want to, it's the same stuff I still do Try as I might, I can't see nothin' brighter And this load that I'm carrying, it ain't gettin' no lighter Maybe if I said something, then someone would answer I gotta claw my way up form this cold demon slander It's the same rhyme and reason satan's used since the garden To bend and to twist, causing hearts to get hardened You know what they say, man, to me, that won't happen But the devil's a pro at catchin' weak warriors nappin'