Facing my own arrogance and woundedness |
I catch myself in the corner bleeding myself not quite a stuck pig but a whimpering self-hating blood-letting Catching myself in the act of punishing myself confused afraid uncomprehending of my own self-destruction But I like the way it tastes. My friend’s wife comes to mind, the videos she would send him drunk bleeding drinking her own wounds I see my lashing out at others when really it is my own actions that I want to rectify But I don’t know how Perhaps my problem lies in that I think that the answer will arrive to my head divinely inspired the right series of thoughts unlocking what was once hard to endless ease If only, if only (I beckon) God would grant me unlimited power unlimited focus and patience All knowledge and strength perfect foresight and boundless energy and freedom yes, yes if only. And yet… you claim you are confused when you worsen things or act in pride or hurt others or neglect your duties? You do not have the answers that you seek You will not achieve the keys, given easily To gain, you first must give, and to gain a lot, you must give a lot. At some level, you understand this, and yet you are afraid of it. Afraid of Him. Afraid of purpose. Afraid of light, and love. Afraid of judgement. Afraid of your own nakedness. For you remember being cast out for your unworthiness, but you were not given a mother’s love to h e l p y o u under s t a n d All you know, then, is the fall What else could you do? The pieces now fall into place Your father makes the same moves He makes the same m i s t a k e s with his time labor sacrifices He too is afraid of his nakedness He too cultivates darkness and fear I cannot return to the garden I cannot gain my mother’s love I cannot gain God’s powers I must submit to my nakedness my woundedness I must have faith that God will not turn from me in my ugliness That God will not curse me like others have that God will not further carve away at what is whole within me But will welcome it I must look for Him and I must worship Him in sacrifice I must give what is worthy of His grace |