The prisons of thought

keep me far from God.

When will I belong?

Where will I be safe?

All truths are effaced

by intelligence

and the lack thereof

so I’m either judged

or I am the judge.

It builds up a grudge

and kills all my trust.

Trusting my reason

puts faith through treason.

I’m stuck in seasons

where my soul’s weeping.

Tears boil my being.

My sight is bleeding

when all I’m seeing

are hard rock ceilings.

A cat grooms herself.

She rests in sunlight.

We’re in the same place

but a different space.

I seek dopamine

and it locks me in

with more despairing.

My mind’s ensnaring

all thoughts of freedom.

Will I ever be

with a heart that’s free?

Dead at thirty-three

to show he loves me.

Yet I’m still stuck here

with a soul that bleeds.

I can’t feel a thing

beyond these shackles.

Holy Spirit, please

edify my soul

to give up control.

Every twist and turn

locks me deeper in.

I am chained by sin.

I’m buried in spite.

The coffin’s wrapped tight.

God’s word is around

but by thorns, I’m bound.

They’re deeply rooted

in flesh and spirit.

Please, Holy Spirit,

take these thorns from me.

Tear them from my soul.

Guide my hands to hold

where I need to pull

all these poisoned thorns.

Please give me the strength

to bear all the pain

of the blades that cut

making their way out.

I’m deeply buried.

It’s you, dear Spirit

who can guide me through

the soil and the thorns,

so I’d find the Lord.