I was told to never feel this way.
It's a feeling I'm too familiar with.
Darkness surrounding,
The chains that cut through my wrists.
The thoughts of death to escape this.
As Christians, I was told we are to never feel this.
Am I fake?
Is my walk just me fooling myself?
What am I doing wrong?
But this darkness is different.
These chains don't lock.
These thoughts lack venom, but I do feel their sting.
This is different from that old feeling.
When I sit in the darkness I see a light shining.
There is hope!
There is faith!
This place is still painful,
But not like it use to be.
I don't feel alone,
I have a cross with me.
I cry in the darkness,
But I can still smile with sincerity.
My love and compassion isn't gone.
Hate has not consumed me.
The darkness is a cruel place.
Full of hate, anger, chains, despair, and rage.
They are demons in the darkness wanting to consume me.
But the light scares them,
So they can't touch me.
I know in this darkness I won't stay long.
This place is no longer my home.
I will escape it's cold, damp, grip.
Just got to focus on the light so I won't slip.
But for now I pray,
I praise,
I lift my hands,
I know I'll be okay.
I know that I won't stay,
In the darkness.
