Becoming Master
Of my emotion,
Like riding waves
On the ocean
Regret and Guilt
Grown to Shame,
Did not want a soul
To know my name.
When apathy
Was real,
There was nothing
I could feel.
Wallowing in
The pit of grief,
From the sadness
There was no relief.
Only the worst
Is seen in fear,
Nor sound of hope
Could I hear.
To fill the hole
Created by lust,
To have now
was a must.
Seething in anger..
My ulcers bled..
As everything
Was colored red.
At the boastful
Level of pride,
To illusions
Were fleeting smiles tied..
After buying
What this world does sell,
I found myself
In a living hell..
And with nowhere
Left to turn,
And not wanting
To just burn
I realized that everything
Was still to learn..
As depression grew
By the hour,
I called for help
To a Higher Power..
And I did feel
A loving lift..
From the Holy Spirit
A heavenly gift!
- Author: Bruce Rain (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 27th, 2015 12:25
- Comment from author about the poem: based on direct experience of the entire emotional landscape, and how difficult it is to free oneself..
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 48
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Nice, great read. Thank you 😉
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