
Growing up I was told an idle mind is where the devil works best
So do I overthink in order to prevent him from having a field test ?
I have tried to understand the thoughts I have upstairs
Somehow ended up ignoring the emotions I have built up in my chest.
In this heart, so much room, some are messy , some are clean
Not my fault, if some even look like a murder scene
I did kill off some emotions , learnt some skills, made it quick
Some I couldn't , so I just slipped them a pill
Anger has been sleeping for so long,
But I think the pill is wearing off
Lately he tosses and turns and I fear for when he wakes up
He's been poked quite alot, thread carefully and close the door
Love and hope share this space, hardly even seen their face
I keep chasing them , out of breathe,inbetween, some much space
When I try to chase after love , sometimes it just feels like a waste
When I try just chase hope, I just can't keep up the pace
In case you wondering who's been with us on this tour ,
He is doubt . wait, is that his name ? I am not sure
I just know I can't seem to let him go anymore
I have wrestled with him, with my face planted always to the floor
Exhaustion is the lastest tenant, a bit of a bully you might add
His favourite victim is passion, they would fight from time to time
Lust is the one I have battling the most for ages
I have bruises and scars to show the fight is weighty
When I win, I win by a little margin and sign of life
When I lose, I lose by a margin so huge that it is out of sight
I am not the best at keeping all my emotions in check
I have had situations that force me to open myself up less
Sometimes, I even have a sense of being a burden to those I call friends
I know that might not be the case, but I can't help it from my end
I am no longer willing to try too hard to keep people in my life
I am no longer building altars where I am the sacrifice
I have bridges I might have to burn
I have ties I might have to unknot
I have clothes I may have to bleach
I may have to change my network provider and become out of reach
I need to create healthy rooms and environment for my emotions,
But this can only happen when I take a stand on my knees
Crying out to the one who can see the clots I have within
Create a pure heart in me, YHWH where grace and truth can be seen.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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