Work in Progress

By Lydia Royce

Work in Progress

I see it

Surfacing.

A trickle of an emotion ,

that will soon become

An ocean.

Cold,

Feelings of anger.

Is it malice,

Pride?

Or perhaps

A cry for help.

I feel me

Sinking.

A thought

Tugging me down

To where I don’t belong.

Evil,

Hateful thoughts.

Is it jealousy

Covetousness?

Or perhaps

A sense of loss.

I bring it all

To the One

Who knows all things

Sees all things.

Leaning on

Him

Who rushes

To embrace

Like a mother.

I bring it all

To Him

To

Untangle,

When I allow,

The cold evil

I hold dear.

To  

Release,

When I agree,

Me

From the joy of sin.

He is within

He is

At work

With me

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