by Dawn Lovell

Created on: April 26, 2009   Last Updated: November 11, 2009

I was in trouble

every day, every night

I prayed.

I begged, I pleaded,

I promised God

I would mend my ways.

I admitted to the heavens

that I could go no futher

on my own.

I sat frozen

in a crowded room

feeling totally alone.

I watched myself in horror

being stripped, and beat,

I went mad.

I stopped fighting,

I sopped feeling,

I was suddenly not sad.

Forever I was falling,

there was no bottom,

there was no end.

I gave in,

and then I began to die,

i waited evey night.

I woke up every morning

wondering what new battle

I must fight.

One night in a stupor,

self medicated,

high.

I looked at a painting,

it was of Jesus,

I cried.

A feeling I never felt

washed over me,

and I fell asleep.

For the first time

since never

I rested in peace.

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