My Real Beast

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 - I RISE - 

Thinking back confusion,
Did not know how to bend.
Body weak cannot run,
Finally reached wits end.

Continued by faking,
What else for me to do?
Unable to disclose,
 Trusting God knew all true.

Trials and tribulations,
Each one safely survived.
Picked up every piece left,
Began feeling revived.

Situations of then,
Moved on to be released.
Carnal weapons that harm,
I discerned my real beast.

The Lie

Hey there ugly pain,

We're finally through.

Always doing those,

Certain things you do.

Strategically placed,

While holding a hand.

An adversary,

Kept taking demand.

Thoughts were forgotten,

Hidden high on shelf.

Cannibalism,

Used to hate myself.

Assignment exposed,

Because you're untrue.

Buried in this heart,

No one had a clue.

I kept all secrets,

Issues couldn't tell.

In that created,

My own living hell.

Fruit dwells in Spirit,

Therefore pain must die.

Complete, whole and free,

Not living the lie.