Stand

I stand before you broken in pieces, yet you look at me and smile, knowing beauty that is in the inside.
The darkness that lays behind me is like a shadow cast upon the ground.
I try to walk the path of goodness only to be bound by sin and darkness.
Screaming to break free, afraid to let go.
Hurt and damaged from sins of the past.
Anger boils over and seeps out my pores.
I cast my anger and pain to God.
Looking up to seek his face, yearning for him, wanting to be closer to God.
But I fail to fully seek his face.
Running to my oast for comfort.
Afraid to truly let go of my pride.
Anger pursues me.
Pain is what ties me.
Bound to fear and regret.
Emotions reside in me.
But by God's mercy and grace I am truly forgiven.