Dropping my goals
my drink numbs my soul
Everyday strife
Labor for life
I leave the room with out a care
Cigarette smoke of relief lingers in the crisp air
Bloods drips from my shaken wrist
Why was God so easy to resist?
As the blade hits the floor
I give up on this war
Set this soul free
Come and rescue me
As I drop the beer
You become that something clear
I’m tired of feeling like an outsider
Be my provider
Be my soul receiver
My stress reliever
Maker of the stars
Restore my scars
It’s time to end this facade
and let you be my God.
December 17, 2011
By: Mihaela Chamberlain
Beautiful!
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A raw and honest poem. I need to get back into writing poetry again.
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Love the honesty of this beautifully written poem
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This is haunting and beautiful, and leaves me ragged, yet filled with hope. God is never far. Gorgeous!
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Sounds like a great testimony. I pray the Lord has been healing your scars and you have recovered. ❤️
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What a wonderful sharing of your heart and life. I’m always impressed by those who can share their life through poetry.
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Amen…this is excellent creative writing…always admire persons who can put words together so effortlessly
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So many have been there and can relate. A wonderful way to reach them too. Beautiful
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Wonderful! I love the vulnerability you show. We all have had this argument inside. Great post!
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Thank you
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Oh yes, He will be all that and more! It’s always in the darkest of days His love shines the brightest. He will (and has!) give us more than the enemy who traps us with enticing sins.
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raw and honest…to be at the brink and feel the pull of a loving God calling to be our rescuer! The saving grace is the only thing that comes to mind. A very powerful poem.
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Thank you : )
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I love the line “Be my provider.”
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What a beautiful, and very heart wrenching post. Thank you for sharing.
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