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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