So... its been several months, but I've decided to come back into the "ring." I have been writing, so I'll do my best to post regularly. This piece comes out of a "fight" that I'm currently fighting to get out of... (hopefully this poem will help you understand what that means) and if you haven't figured it out by now, poetry is very therapeutic for me. So maybe you can relate to this... whatever the case may be, I put my heart on display that Christ may be glorified...
Me Vs. Re
© 2010 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE
This fight that I’m in is on a level of immeasurable proportions
This is crazy; mind twisted, you would have thought I was doing contortions
I didn’t sign up for this, or if I did I surely didn’t read the fine print
Perhaps I should’ve asked questions to find out what this journey meant
You know what it is? There is a war going on with me trying to sit on the sidelines
Yet I told Him yes, which means at this point I must obey His guidelines
I want to hide just so I can get away from it all
But what’s the point? When I know that I’ve been called
Knock me out already, so I can get out of the ring
Why do I keep getting back up? Why must you give me another song to sing?!
I have these scars and walking with this noticeable limp
Then I have to prepare for the next round even with a dislocated hip!
My tears tell on me when I’m trying my best to keep silent
Then when my heart wants to express, then I become quiet
What good does it do for me to quit? Re will still be with me
She’s fighting me because there is greatness that I can’t see
Now I know it’s not about me, not about the ability
However, if I’m going to stay, I need stability
I need to get it together; I know this is going to make me better
Right now, all I want to do is stay inside and not deal with this weather
Don’t make me go outside, just let me heal
Where are my shades so my bruises can be concealed?
Would you look at that? Re teamed up with purpose! That’s who I’ve been fighting?
So that’s why when I drop my pen somehow I still end up writing!
Fingers somehow still play to calm the raging seas in my mind
It makes sense, because I knew something was different this time
Re tried to tell me to stay strong, that this fight won’t last long
But I didn’t want to hear it; I told her she was so wrong!
Fact vs. truth; guess which one I believed?
Saw this coming, but guess which report I received?
I’ve been on and around this mountain and built myself a home
Instead of fighting myself, I should be fighting what has held me all along
Just take me to the interrogation room; I’ll answer plus I have some confessions to make
Don’t wait up for me; I’m not sure how much time this one will take…
© 2010 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE
This fight that I’m in is on a level of immeasurable proportions
This is crazy; mind twisted, you would have thought I was doing contortions
I didn’t sign up for this, or if I did I surely didn’t read the fine print
Perhaps I should’ve asked questions to find out what this journey meant
You know what it is? There is a war going on with me trying to sit on the sidelines
Yet I told Him yes, which means at this point I must obey His guidelines
I want to hide just so I can get away from it all
But what’s the point? When I know that I’ve been called
Knock me out already, so I can get out of the ring
Why do I keep getting back up? Why must you give me another song to sing?!
I have these scars and walking with this noticeable limp
Then I have to prepare for the next round even with a dislocated hip!
My tears tell on me when I’m trying my best to keep silent
Then when my heart wants to express, then I become quiet
What good does it do for me to quit? Re will still be with me
She’s fighting me because there is greatness that I can’t see
Now I know it’s not about me, not about the ability
However, if I’m going to stay, I need stability
I need to get it together; I know this is going to make me better
Right now, all I want to do is stay inside and not deal with this weather
Don’t make me go outside, just let me heal
Where are my shades so my bruises can be concealed?
Would you look at that? Re teamed up with purpose! That’s who I’ve been fighting?
So that’s why when I drop my pen somehow I still end up writing!
Fingers somehow still play to calm the raging seas in my mind
It makes sense, because I knew something was different this time
Re tried to tell me to stay strong, that this fight won’t last long
But I didn’t want to hear it; I told her she was so wrong!
Fact vs. truth; guess which one I believed?
Saw this coming, but guess which report I received?
I’ve been on and around this mountain and built myself a home
Instead of fighting myself, I should be fighting what has held me all along
Just take me to the interrogation room; I’ll answer plus I have some confessions to make
Don’t wait up for me; I’m not sure how much time this one will take…
Broken Whole,
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