"Have a smoke
Take a swig
Whiskey's great
And so is weed
It sure will break you
Do it to set you free
And just remember
It is what you need"
Pass me the pipe, please
I'm in heaven
Pass the bottle
I'll chug it down in seven
Give me a spellbook
I'll enchant you
Lay down the cards
I'll tell your fortune
God, I know I've fallen
From your guidance
And sometimes I stay in
What I think is my chance
To be freed from slavery
These my chains; never Yours
I ran from you now I can see
The only freedom I need; the only cure
Is at Your House, where I began
Where You are there; running out to me
Love flows on out through Your hands
And You can heal the scars I gave to me
For freedom comes from the Master
Who gives life to his servant
Change these scars from my disaster
To a glorious display though I don't deserve it
YOU ARE READING
The Ragamuffin Path
PoetryElijah Rowan Killinger has bipolar disorder. Along with the severe moodswings she has been addicted to pornography and is struggling with binge-eating disorder. She is a recovering cutter and finds it difficult to believe that she can be forgiven fo...
