Untied to what caused me
To go beyond what I believed,
Past what I stood for
Lost sight for the trees.
I hurt you, but you caused pain first.
You lead me towards evil opportunity,
In the end, I was who I wasn’t,
You knew better, yet allowed me.
As soon as I’d written my angel’s conversation with God. My hand wrote this:
Don’t let go
You look crazy
Yes, you, woman
You are alone
Stay where it feels safe
Minding your own
Feel my control?
Just so we’re clear I don’t believe this to be true. Allowing myself to post this has given me the upper hand with darkness.