Broken Fetters
I have developed a phobia for all things living including myself
The doors of my mind slammed shut
Yet the gates of brass has been broken
And the bars of iron cut asunder
Who would lead me by the hand out of this pit?
Well because I am blinded with pain and trauma
Who will set me free?
Everyone like the over the counter pharmacy, seems to have a solution to the unknown question that plagues my mind
Save my Soul
As I wander, I met a man
Who didn't come of his own Accord
He came with a diagnosis and a doctor's recommendation
I hid from him
The pain and the scars another eye must not see
I didn't need a third opinion
Fear was a lifeline
But all he had recommended was a book
I wondered when he delivered his prognosis
How one book could contain all that I needed for life
In this book, I found a woman
She trod the Same path I'm on
Her name meant date palm yet she escaped unfruitfulness by the cat's whiskers
With similar scars and a bag full of wisdom
Whether godly or not I do not know
Became a collosus in history
I laughed like Sarah who didn't believe like Nathaniel
That anything good could come out of my Nazareth
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