My soul is opaque
What should be a window
Is dirtied with sin
Blackened by hate
Resentment and jealousy
Take over my life
Hating the edgy
Hating the proud
Hating the people
Who turned my life
Upside down
Jesus tries to touch me
The Neosporin of the heart
Trying to bandage wounds
That are infected
With rage
God tries to
Calm my mind
Which is racing with doubts
To raise me up
Dust me off
And place me
On my feet
Down the path
Of hope and healing
Where I can forget my past
Forget my pain
And finally
yes finally
I’ll be free
At last
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