So, I took a turn,
To follow the stately dos and don’ts
I tried all I could but failed, as I should.
Perfection seems one step ahead;
Almost, but never there.
In a mixture of pain and fear,
I walked in the shadow of my desires.
The streak of my failings
Aligned perfectly with my flaws,
Every breath is painful, not grateful
Stumbling through the pain
That led me here,
Time after time, in the colours of my mind,
Guarded by the stately dos and don’t,
A constant war, a need for a Messiah.
A desire to be filled,
to discover myself apart from me
was completed on the cross.
In his image, conformed.
Grace is the new streak,
Not the “dos and don’ts.”
But the “did and done.”
Freedom, in Christ, myself found.
