Category : Poems

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Dear Father,
My mind is weak
My intentions are good,
But you know.
You know how
Easily I fold.
I have been folding
For years.
I have a lot
Of practice
Folding.
I feel afraid
Ashamed
I see how far from
Your protective arms
I have strayed,
Even in just a few days.
I drank last night.
I suppose drinking
In and of itself
Isn't so bad...
But for me
It represents
My rebellion
Deeply intrenched.
For me
Drinking
Flushes my prayers,
Alters my direction,
Closes doors in my heart.
I am at the bottom...
Emotionally
Mentally
Spiritually
I am
In the dark,
Groping
Full of shame