Despite, being misguided.
I’ve found emotions to reconcile with.
Despite, being lost, and withdrawn.
I have found peace, and a sense of calm.
And, I don’t want to sound overly religious.
But my sins, were becoming something vicious…
Christ, came to my help, and since – I’ve been grateful that he has risen.
It is a privilege to have my mistakes forgiven…
Poetry, is how I cope, writing down all that I envision.
Savoring my only hope,
For, my prayers toward him, I know he listens.
I’ve been lost, and now I’m found.
He bore the cross, as we’ve been drowned.
Now, I see, how to be.
Striving for a sense of completion –
As I am nothing without you,
I am not even mere decent,
I want nothing to do with this life,
If my life isn’t about you.