LIFE
by Eulie

Destined to survive

Despite my own intentions.

Who in their right mind

Would attempt to disturb

The appointed time?

So when did death

Become an issue?

Depression slithered 

and coiled into my heart.

Weeds and thorns of confusion

Dominated each decision.

Logical reasoning

Was choked out of my life.

Paranoia rested its head

With a butcher knife

Under my pillow.

Hatred was disguised

With inviting smiles.

A toast to the bride and groom.

May it end, ever so soon!

No one in his family

Really knew me.

Only the person I tried to be

For all of them.

Committed to a matrimony

Plagued by deceit.

Vows breached and

Seasoned with conceit.

 Hiding was destructive.

The lie became a monster. 

After the act, a coma.

Then profound sleep

Surreal inmages of the past.

Each memory underscored with pain

Forever etched in my mind.

In prison, an unfamiliar voice

Called me by name

And claimed my life as His own.

I was awakened to faith, relief.

God uses the broken.

Death isn't an issue anymore.

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