Tidbits of my Poetry

Everything

*This poem was inspired by the "Everything" Skit... link in the comments.*

He gave me life,

and He gave me love.

We walked together, as one.

He gave me fruits,

and He gave me drink,

He romanced me with the beauty of the Earth.

We danced together, as one.

Then I let a man cut in

who distracted me from truth and grace.

Then money became another factor,

and He was fading away.

I felt like something was missing,

so I tried to fill my void with drink.

It didn't help me any, I just continued to sink.

It was then when jealousy came to play.

A beauty walked before my eyes, her skin, her body, her hair;

it took all that I could simply not to stare.

I felt as though I had absolutely nothing to compare.

I wasn't pretty,

I wasn't thin,

This was when bulimia kicked in.

The enemy came to knock on my door,

I easily let him in.

He gave me a knife and told me

that I should cut my skin.

That wasn't enough,

I still had pain.

Something was missing.

Something was missing.

What was missing?

The enemy came again

and handed me a gun.

"Shoot, and your troubles

and pain will all be gone."

I held the gun up to my head.

Something was not right.

He was missing.

I dropped the gun and ran,

He was right within my sight.

I could almost touch Him,

I could almost reach Him,

He was almost mine once again.

But all my hardships pushed me back,

the men, the jealousy, the drink.

Everything that dug the hole

in which I used to sink.

Just as I am about to give up,

He takes the blame for me.

The pain and suffering goes on Him instead,

I am Free.

I am Free.

He picked me up

and He gave me life.

And we danced together, as one.