Another one bites the dust,
Causality of my own mistrust.
Untrue, dissociated
I try to fade.
Urge to cut & run,
Default setting satiate or stun.
No one talks about the challenge,
Becoming toxic from coping habits.
Great day heading to therapy,
Is there anything else to see?
Realizing I have my own red flags,
Ever aching to be free.
Destined souls - pretty little lie,
Truth in potential to find connection.
Effort in present knowing you aren't the only option.
Addicted to their poison,
Lies & highs.
Been through withdrawal,
Rehab & release.
Now I see survival strategies.
Out of desperation queen bee became,
Manipulate & dispose,
Out of fear to take your name.
Every time I choke back truth,
Every time I jump at it too...
Every time I get "bored,"
Or think of reasons we won't work,
Battle still fought internal.
So this good girl will take up arms,
Forsaking grace for grit.
Not changing for you,
Persevering to eradicate the shadow.
Persevering for my and our tomorrow.
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I CORINTHIANS 13 Series
PoetryModernized reflection of oft quoted characteristics of love from Paul's first letter to the church in Corinth. What do each of these really mean?