My Own Prison
Think of it as, a prison but with you as the one inmate.
Constantly fighting the "badder" you. soon becomes too exhausting.
Beating yourself up over and over again.
To find out this entire time, you have been a free man.
So I sit in my cell, chained to my bed.
No need to run free.
I'll handle my own punishment.
Not what God intended but it's my only escape.
Not running just slowing down, so my soul can catch up to me.
Copyright © Chelci Biggs | Year Posted 2019
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