I look well and I speak well
From the outside I'm in good health
Yet my spirit is dead and full of void
Body and soul are alive and well
Yet, I mourn, I mourn, I mourn
How I suffer from my insanity
And never I knew it
As I come in terms with myself and my own illness
I cry, I cry, I cry
Sadden on how alienated I was due to this illness
Unsure of my own worth
So much unrest, so little relief
So much hunger, so little supply
As I became desperate to be free from my insanity
A still, soft whisper says, "come"
I looked up and all I see is this consuming fire
It appeared to be fascinating yet dangerous
It became so overwhelming I just mourn
I begged to be free and to be loved
Then, the fire transformed into a glowing light
Shining down on me
About Me
- Songbird
- I'm currently a student at Azusa Pacific University double majoring in English (writing emphasis) and Communication Studies (media studies emphasis). I love to learn and think. I'm a child of God as the Bible says. I'm just a person wanting to live.
1 comment:
You use awesome imagery. The phrase "It appeared to be fascinating yet dangerous" reminds me very much of the part of "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" where Lucy asks (the beavers I think) about Aslan, "Is he safe?" The answer is "Oh no! He isn't safe at all, but he is good!"
May the Lord continue to bless you.
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