My mind is heavy
the weight of my faces
sink me low, into darkness’ place.
Face downcast,
hollowness in my eyes
the only sign of my souls’ cries.
Sometimes I wonder,
if I’ll ever overcome my own nature.
Your light shines loving expectation
into the deepest pits of my being
the throne of my iniquity
a seat of selfishness – source of decay.
I don’t understand
why I can’t abide by the restraints of Your love
why I claw at the walls of Your way
resisting until my fingers bleed and break.
Maybe I’m meant
to devour dust, the rest of my days
stepping on my own head,
killing the serpent within.
I know you’ve put on offer, so much more;
I’m limited in my election
confused in my direction
pursuing You
loathing my frailty
lost in the schizophrenia
of an unsettled soul.
Tides of the Enigma 