Journal poetry 3

I tore this flesh apart in search of truth.

I bled to release because

all I really wanted was to escape self.my whole life

was one big act

-ing out, cry for help

but wanting to fix it myself.

I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t escape it.

Misery.

I knew it.

From the depths of my fenced-off heart,

I felt it.

I had trapped it

behind barriers built unknowingly.

My soul vacant,

my heart weighted,

my mind always bursting –

there are still dangers wandering there,

but now,

they tread cautious and seldom.

Once rulers of this body

but now,

these thoughts cower before the Newness within me.

Death led me, but Life has found me

and I stand up tall.