POW

My heart is a prisoner of war,
a slave to my flesh,
caged by hands that
can’t resist evil.

I long for freedom,
a way to escape myself,
but I’m locked down
by my shortfalls.

I can’t help giving
into convicting thoughts,
though I’m trying
to let go of the guilt.

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Inspired by: “Empty my Hands” by Tenth Avenue North

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