old stuff

I wrote this about a month ago. I just came across it again. Not sure why but I felt I should share it.


Pain
Not physical
Not spiritual, I feel you lord
Mental.
Confusion, but not really
Exhaustion.
I know I’m strong enough to keep fighting
But, I’m too tired to think
I don’t remember why I fight

I can see beauty
I divert my eyes
Don’t let him see my wanting
I shouldn’t try
I believe that I am seen
But, I’m to low to touch
Unworthy of his rescue

Loyal to my captor
I’m ashamed
Should he set me free
Am I brave enough to run
Would I take my freedom
Or would I cling to the familer?

I torture my self with indecision
stalling
Ask God for the answers
I should know
It’s hazy
If I could only focus
There is truth
I will see the answer
I will know