Poetry For You

I ate from the forbidden apple, and I am now permanently marked. Despondent to love in the physical realm, transparent to love in the spiritual world. Trying to find my way back to the garden that spit me out, for my abominable acts. Fallen like Cain, I press on seeking redemption although I´ve already been found. I quite often feel bound to the memoirs of false liberties and the shackles of deception. Fear was both my enemy, lover and friend, and it kept me closer than words on paper, kept me locked...rather, trapped in its destructive layer, watching over me, guarding me - not wanting me to see... "The reality...of who God intended me to be." By Survive