Aligned

Dark rooms called for blues

And Silence

Retrospection to get perspective

Then the thrill was gone

Numb

Life wasn’t worth it

My scars were created in silence

My mind was destroyed by noise

My eyes cried / my spirit prayed

My heart wept / my face smiled

My shoes walked through some Muddy Waters

I could never get clean

I tried

I failed

Dark rooms

Cycles

Shame

Pornography. 

Rooted itself within 

Dug burrows so deep I thought I’d never get free

Seed turned disease

Now I’m itchin

Wishing I never took that first hit

So high

So so high.

My eyes cried

Almost as though they could clean my soul

Trying to make the pain go away

Maybe it’d bring back purity

Wishing that freedom would come with the turning of the tide

My eyes cried

Depression had a hold on me

I was trapped so deep

I couldn’t breathe

Buried alive

Dark rooms called for blues

But silence creates space for truth

So even in the confusion of my youth

God was there.

He met me in that room

He consumed it

Radiant fire 

He marked me

Called me His

His blood did what my tears could never do

Purify

Clean

Make new

I am well aligned

(Fun Fact- my last name means well aligned)